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.
You have to be more careful
The day felt like it had been stretched out for centuries, each minute dragging with an oppressive weight that I couldn't shake. I had been on edge all morning. In class, I was barely able to concentrate on the modeling exercises, and my mind was anywhere but on the runway.
I fumbled through routines that I should've known by heart, my movements stiff and unnatural. It didn't help that every time I glanced around, I felt the unnerving sensation of being watched, as though eyes were lingering on me from every shadowed corner.
Chloe, of course, noticed. She had this innate ability to sense when something was wrong with me, even when I tried to hide it. During a short break, she pulled me aside, her expression tight with concern.
"Elena," she began, her voice low but insistent. "You're acting weird. You've been jittery all day. What's going on? Is it... Carmen?" Her eyes softened at the mention of Carmen's name.