CHAPTER 19 A Male Model

　　Camila flung the competition guidelines onto her desk, the crisp paper landing next to a sketchpad littered with half-formed ideas. She pressed her palms against the cool surface of the mahogany and leaned forward, letting out a frustrated sigh that seemed to echo around the empty office.

　　"Find a male model," she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with irony. "As if I could just conjure one up from the depths of my non-existent social circle."

　　The room was silent except for the distant hum of the city beyond her window. In the solitude, the walls seemed to close in on her, each one whispering reminders of Blake's betrayal.

　　"Blake Ward, you pretentious jerk," she said, her voice rising as she picked up a pencil and spun it angrily between her fingers. "You think because you can bat those green eyes, everyone will just fall at your feet? Well, not this time."