Chapter 5 - A supermodel's life

Getting down from the airplane, I walked to the exit with heavy eyes. I had tried as hard as I could to get some sleep through the 8-hour flight from Paris to New York. But unfortunately, even when flying in first-class getting some shut-eye on a plane was still an uncomfortable experience.

Just as I left the airport, a man in a black suit recognized me and quickly pulled up to pick me up in an all-black tinted car. He took the time to get out of his seat and open the door for me to get in. Once I was inside, he closed the backseat door and placed the small suitcase I was carrying in the trunk.

It didn't take long for him to turn on the car and take off, in direction of the Soho Grand hotel.

"How was your flight?" Ben, the designated driver asked. I had worked with Ben in the past couple of years. I liked him as a driver as he didn't talk much. Except for the small talk from time to time, he would keep to himself and only speak when it was necessary.

"Uncomfortable as usual? Hardly got any sleep." I replied with a sigh.

"Will you be ok for tomorrow?" He asked a little concerned, seeing the obvious bags under my eyes.

"Don't worry, I've been doing this since I was twelve," I replied with a tired smile, trying to be as reassuring as I could be.

*hmm* he acquiesced and focused on the road ahead.

Once we arrived at the Soho Grand hotel, Ben got out of the car and held the backdoor open for me to step out. Before going to the trunk and handing me my suitcase. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" I said while waving at him as he left. The agency might spend a lot on my accommodation but won't pay for an extra Hotel room in one of the most expensive hotels to accommodate the hired driver.

I quickly entered the hotel and simply gave my name to the hotel's front desk clerk. I was given the key to my room while a bellman took my bag to my assigned room.

Once I made it into my room, I let myself fall into the embrace of the comfortable bed, dead tired. But it was still midday, and if I fell asleep I would have trouble staying awake all day tomorrow. So instead of going to sleep, I decided I would go to the hotel gym instead.

As I left my room, I could see some other models I recognized from previous fashion shows. Some seemed a little nervous as it was their first time attending a fashion week. Especially one as prestigious as the New York Fashion Week. One of what is known as the big 4, the list consisted of the New York fashion week, the London fashion week, the Milan fashion week and the Paris Fashion week.

While walking in the corridor toward the elevator, I would salute some of my fellow models who I recognized. It didn't take me long to reach the relatively empty gym, I quickly started working out taking the heaviest weights available. Which earned me a couple of looks from the other gym attendees. After all, I had a pretty lean build and wasn't a mass of hulking muscles like all the typical gym bro's.

But even the heaviest of weights felt like nothing in my hands. I had already managed to achieve 8% One For All. I would estimate my lifting weight at around 8 tonnes at the moment. The progress was slow but steady as the moment I turned 13 I got myself a gym membership. And managed to achieve constant progress of around 2% a year, but the stronger I got the harder it became to find weights heavy enough to work out with.

I would probably need to perform a thousand reps if I wanted to feel any muscle fatigue at the moment. This bothered me, but it came with huge advantages when it came to using the Ope Ope no mi as it relied on stamina as a source of energy for every ability. Something I know had plenty off.

After 6 hours at the gym and completing around two thousand bicep curls. I finally started sweating a little, seeing it was already 6 in the afternoon. I decided to call it a day as I had a pretty heavy workday tomorrow.

Once I returned to my hotel room, I took the hotel phone and ordered a pretty heavy meal for any everyday human. But knowing me, I would be famished even after eating what could feed a whole family. A more powerful body came with inconveniences when it came to food consumption. I had to eat 8-10 times the portion of a standard healthy individual.

While the hotel was preparing my meal. I took a hot bath, taking the time to thoroughly clean myself while listening to some classical music to help me relax. I heard room service coming inside and setting up the table before leaving. Smelling the delicious food from the bath, I got up and partially dried myself before going to fill my empty stomach.

While eating, I took the time to text my parents to inform them that I had safely landed in New York. It was the middle of the night in Paris and I didn't want to wake them up by calling.

Once my stomach was partially filled, I did my nightly routine consisting of brushing my teeth, applying some hydrating cream on my face and some rejuvenating cream under my eyes. To help with the bags that were starting to form due to my current lack of sleep. Once I was sleep ready, I set my alarm for 6 AM and immediately crashed into the embrace of the comfortable king-sized bed.

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As soon as I woke up, I took a quick cold shower to rinse the fatigue and jetlag away. Before, eating a healthy breakfast consisting of some fruits and eggs. As soon as I finished eating, I dressed to impress and left the comfort of my room for what I knew would be a tiring day of work.

It took Ben a 10-minute drive to reach the first fashion show I would be working at today. It was for a big fashion brand known as Balmain Paris. I was chosen to be the opening and closing act of the show. Something most models wanted as it gave them visibility and prestige.

Once inside, I was bombarded by stylists and makeup artists who quickly got to work. The show was scheduled to begin at 9 AM, which didn't leave us much time to prepare.

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I was currently standing behind the curtains, calmly waiting for my queue to start the show. As soon as the music started playing and the lights dimmed, I walked out with long confident strides and my 'model' face on.

The show proceeded as planned, with three changes of clothes in total. I enjoyed the whole venture as the audience was pretty receptive. The theme for the show was Manus X Machina consisting of a mix of robotic and futuristic looks with metallic details. (Balmain 2016 show if you're interested)

At the end of the show, all models, male and female, walked in line while the dimmed lights were turned back on allowing for the first time a clear view of the audience.

While leading the walk, I noticed a small woman of around 4'10'' with very short jet black hair styled in a relatively spiky fashion. She had piercing gold eyes and abnormally pale skin with no visible blemishes. The only noticeable imperfection would be the heavy bags that adorned the foot of her eyes as if she had never slept a day in her life. It didn't take me long to recognize the woman. After all, she was pretty popular in my previous world, Alice a vampire from the twilight world. The woman simply met my gaze and gave me a bright smile showing her pearly whites while clapping lightly along with the crowd at the performance.