Victoria's Secret Supermodel: Undercover

Chapter 35: The Tortures of the Job

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My alarm clock, rang loud in my ears. 3 o’clock.

Thanks to my busily, fun night last night, I didn’t end up getting much shut eye. I hugged my donna a little longer before it beeped again, stupid snooze button.

Knowing that it was either get up now or never, I pulled myself to the side of my bed and stood up. I shut the alarm off and quickly headed to my bathroom. I turned the shower on, seeing the steam rise from the hot water.

I hoped in and soaked in the warmth. It was rather cold this morning, which surprised me, as summer was right around the corner. While in the shower, I looked out the window, it was still night out. I mean, I usually go to bed at this time, not wake up at this time.

I took my time batheing and eventually stepped out and into my wardrobe. Considering it was a chilly morning, I decided on a simple grey tank, leather jacket, my high waisted, blue skinny jeans, a red scarf and to top it of my louis vuittons with gold studs on the heel and scarlet red sole.

I managed to pull myself downstairs by 3:30 and finished my porridge in 10 minutes before Lola texted me that she was outside. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and ran out the door.

“Morning.” She chirped.

“Hi.”

Considering both of us were tired, neither of us sparked a conversation and just let the radio fill the silence. I looked out the window. There were barley any cars on the road, I guess by this time most people are either still drinking or at home.

After a short drive, Lola and I pulled up to a mansion, in the richest suburb in Australia, Point Piper. The front didn’t seem very extravagant, but once we passed the driveway and were welcomed into the home, I couldn’t help but stare in aw.

There was a fountain squirting from the bottom level, to the third, which we were on, as that was where the entrance was. An assistant led us through the house. There was such a sleekness and moderness, mixed in with a heritage structure, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the property.

As we went down the stairs, I was put into the custody of the makeup artists and hairstylists. As they worked on me, I couldn’t help but sneak a peak of the outside. The harbour bridge was in the background along with an infinity pool gliding into the ocean. Along the side, there was a port, with a yacht parked in it.

Eventually I was done and then directed me to wardrobe, where I was put into a strapless bikini, with a tropical flower print, on it. I slipped it on and then given a dressing gown before directed outside.

As I was guided to the infinity pool, I noticed that there was a small, glass walk way on it. The water just brushed it so it was slippery. The stylists took my robe, leaving me to fight the morning chill.

The sun was just rising behind me and from then on the photographer and I just got into a zone and we went through twelve different swimsuits in three hours.

My last shot taken was on the boat, so it was rather unstable. I jumped off of it and was directed to take of the clothes. As I was changing, I noticed a few more models had now arrived.

Why I had to be the only one here at 4 in the morning is still beyond me. Aw well, I guess there is no going back now. Lola and I thanked every one of the crew before heading off, straight to the CLEO magazine interview.

Unfortunately it was an hour drive, during which time I decided to check my phone. To my surprise, there was a message from Luke. Why would he be up this early? So over the hour, him and I exchanged texts, making me giggle from time to time.