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.
Stop overthinking
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm hue over the space.
Carmen was already dozing, her arm draped lazily over my waist as if anchoring me to reality. The faint rise and fall of her breathing should have been calming, but my mind was anything but still.
I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts racing like cars on a highway. Tomorrow was the day—the day I handed in my modeling project, the culmination of sleepless nights and endless revisions.
What if it wasn't good enough? What if the professor tore it apart in front of the entire class? Or worse, what if he barely even looked at it?
I rolled onto my side, trying to shake the thoughts away, but the movement stirred Carmen. Her arm tightened around me, and her voice came, soft and groggy.
"Elena," she murmured, her lips brushing against my shoulder. "You're fidgeting like a squirrel on caffeine."
"I can't sleep," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.