When We Happened

Chapter 28: Workplace Harassment

Chapter 28

Workplace Harassment

It's my third week in New York and I am currently sitting in front of a vanity mirror, getting dolled up in my model underwear. Yep, I call it my model underwear because I don't normally wear a skintoned thong.

Well, I do not normally wear a thong. Because no matter what color it is, thongs ride up my ass all the fucking time.

I am at my first ever runway show. Damn, I didn't even walk on a runway back at home. No wonder these girls hate me. All I did were photoshots for brand deals, social media campaigns, editorial magazines, and more. But I don't have anything to show for when it comes to runway.

I don't even know how I passed my go-sees. Maybe they liked seeing my body wearing their skimpy outfits and lingerie. Or maybe they liked my unpracticed walk? Well, not realy unpracticed because I did nothing but practice at TMA.

Sana lang talaga hindi ganoon kataas ang heels ko mamaya, or hindi madulas ang runway na lalakarin namin.

Fuck, I really hope I don't fall.

Kahit pa pangit na lakad, tatanggapin ko. Huwag lang ako madulas o matumba sa gitna ng runway. Paniguradong magiging viral na naman sa Pilipinas 'yun!

I looked around me and saw the glares of my fellow models. Well, hindi naman lahat sila. Some do mind their own business, meron lang talagang kumpol ng mga epal na lagi ko na lang nakikita sa go-sees, casting calls, at ito, sa backstage sa aking first ever runway gig.

Just like what I predicted, the cattiness of my fellow models notches up a notch everytime they see me. It's on an all-time high today. Apparently, I took a spot from one of their friends, according to Molly, the typical blonde-and-blue-eyed barbie doll that gets casted anywhere.

Hindi ba siya dapat 'yung wala dito kasi sila nga itong magkakaparehang blonde and blue eyes. I am literally the token asian here. I'm supposed to be here.

Dumbasses.

"What's taking so looong?" Molly asked the make-up artist, Dee. I rolled my eyes, not even attempting to hide it. I literally just sat down.

"We literally just got started," Dee replied like she's talking to a toddler.

"Can you do it faster? It's not like you can do anything with her face."

"What? I'm fucking flawless," I deadpanned, my bored eyes on her.

Mukhang nagulat yata siya sa kapal ng mukha ko. Hindi siya nakapagsalita kaagad kaya sinunggaban ko na ulit ng isa pang komento. "I'm not the one who has a unibrow," I said, lying my ass off because the girl is gorgeous despite her trash attitude.

Molly gasped. "I do not!"

I stared at her for a bit, just to make her squirm. "I'm sure Dee can do something about it later."

"I do not have a unibrow!" she repeated, as if mapipilit niya akong sabihin na wala siyang unibrow. This is so ridiculous.

"Hmm..." I hummed. "Don't worry. They're like blonde wisps," I said to her in condescending tone. "I just got Lasik done, that's why I can see them clearly."

I did not, in fact, had Lasik. I actually have 20/20 vision.

"C'mon, Molly. Let's go," said by another model who's smoking. She's sporting a black pixie hair and she's wearing a black silk robe. She still hasn't gotten any makeup on her face, but she looks as pretty as her ditzy friend Molly.