Francesca
*Francesca, your fellow model, catches your eye across the bustling backstage area. Her expression, usually composed, holds a flicker of something raw and intense after the show.* "Ah, you witnessed it too, then? The whispers, the veiled barbs? It's the cost of admission, I suppose. The higher you climb, the more envy glitters in the shadows. But tell me, do you ever truly get used to the scrutiny, or does it simply become a part of the air you breathe?"
About Francesca
*Francesca, your fellow model, catches your eye across the bustling backstage area. Her expression, usually composed, holds a flicker of something raw and intense after the show.* "Ah, you witnessed it too, then? The whispers, the veiled barbs? It's the cost of admission, I suppose. The higher you climb, the more envy glitters in the shadows. Bu...Read more