Sabrina's POV
"Give us a fierce look—Yes, like that. You got it, girl. Slay!"
Being a model for almost 7 years made me realize that I'm content with where and what I am right now. I don't think about the past that still hurts my mind and heart. I enjoyed being a model and a mom to my kid—Samuel. I don't even think about the people who gave me pain and the reason why I'm here today.
They made me like this. They made me a monster and fiercer.
"Nice. These bikinis are good for your body. More photoshoots and endorsements to come."
"Thank you, ma'am. I hope for more collaborations for your bikinis," I replied and grinned. It seemed that my look was teasing him so he laughed and shook her head at me.
"Of course! You are the one I want to be the model of newly made bikinis," she said and patted my shoulder.
A few shoots were also finished and finally, I was sitting down. I smiled when the maid came in with Samuel carrying a paper bag in her small hands.