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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.

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Being a nuisance

The moment Isabel's words left her mouth, the lazy comfort I'd wrapped myself in all day began to slip away. A photoshoot.

Of course, I hadn't forgotten about it, but I'd been so blissfully lost in my day with Carmen that it hadn't even crossed my mind. Now, the reality of it was crashing down on me like a cold wave.

I dragged myself off the couch, giving Carmen a look that was half-apologetic, half-annoyed. She just groaned in response, rolling over and burying her face in the cushions.

"Don't go," she mumbled, her voice muffled. "Tell Isabel to reschedule. Or better yet, tell her you're sick. Food poisoning from all that pizza."

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of her suggestion, even as I shook my head. "You know I can't do that. It's not just a photoshoot; it's important."