Khael's POV
I shouldn't have doubted Ezra's words because I could not believe what I was seeing in the dressing room.
Zach had vanished somewhere I cannot even remember, and among about fifty other models like me, I stood regretting every decision that I made that led me here.
"Are you guys ready? We have less than an hour left!" A very hyper woman walked inside and yelled at everyone.
I flinched at her voice and cussed under my breath.
"Your makeup is not done, what are you doing?" She asked me looking at my face.
"Fuck me!" I cussed as she shoved me to a seat and gestured that someone do my makeup.
And I spent the next twenty minutes trying not to snap at the very kind girl and she finally let me go when she got satisfied.
I was then dragged away by another person for an outfit I could not believe was qualified to be called one.
I have worn scandalous and seductive clothes a lot when I still worked at the club but this was nothing compared to those.
