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.
Nothing’s going to happen
The sleek, polished floors of the modeling school gleamed under the bright studio lights, each step I took producing an almost echo-like click that felt far too loud in the tense silence of my mind. I tried to focus, I really did.
The instructor's voice was crisp, cutting through the stillness as she demonstrated the correct way to walk the runway.
But the more I focused on her words, the more they felt distant, as if I were listening through a muffled speaker, my thoughts too loud, too chaotic, drowning out everything around me.
I was on edge, every muscle in my body tightly coiled, waiting for something anything to happen. After the events of the previous night, my nerves were shot, and despite Isabel's reassurance, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
My skin prickled, my pulse thrummed just beneath the surface, and even the bright, airy space of the classroom felt stifling, like the walls were pressing in on me.