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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.

Ava_000 · LGBT+
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I want to leave

As I stood in the studio, watching Zaya walk in with her characteristic confident stride, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. Our date had been perfect until Carmen showed up, her jealousy palpable. We had left abruptly, without a chance for me to explain or even say goodbye to Zaya properly. Now, as Zaya's eyes met mine, the air was thick with an awkward tension.

Marcus, ever the professional, seemed to sense something. "Do you two know each other?" he asked, glancing between Zaya and me.

With a smirk, Zaya responded, "Yeah, we are more than acquaintances."

Marcus raised an eyebrow but didn't press for details. Instead, he turned to Zaya and said, "Go get ready, Zaya. We'll wait for you."

As Zaya walked towards the dressing area, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The tension between us was undeniable, but there was also an undercurrent of something deeper, something more intimate.