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.
Winter theme shoot
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the modeling school, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. I sat in my usual spot near the back of the classroom, my eyes fixed on the teacher at the front of the room, but my mind was far from the lesson.
Thoughts of Carmen lingered in my head the way she'd kissed me goodbye, the look in her eyes as she drove away. It had only been a day since she left, but already, the emptiness she left behind was palpable.
I tried to focus on the lecture, but it was no use. The teacher's voice droned on, a monotonous background noise that I barely registered. Instead, I found myself doodling in the margins of my notebook, drawing little hearts and stars without really thinking about it.
"Elena?" The teacher's voice cut through my daydreams, sharp and pointed.