Second chance runaway
In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.
I’ll be here, waiting
A week had passed, and Sydney continued her relentless bullying. Her sneers and snide remarks were constant, but I had learned to tune them out. What bothered me more was Carmen's absence.
She was swamped with work, rarely home, and when she was, I was already asleep. Life was becoming increasingly difficult, and I felt the weight of it pressing down on me.
In a few hours, I would be on a plane to New York for my modeling school. The thought was bittersweet. On one hand, it was a relief to get away from Sydney's torment, but on the other, it meant leaving without a proper goodbye from Carmen. She had her own work to deal with, and I couldn't blame her for that. Still, it stung.
Isabel was helping me pack my suitcase, her presence a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. She held up a sleek black dress, one of my favorites. "This one for the gala, right?"
I nodded. "Definitely. And the red one for the cocktail event. I want to make a good impression."