Читать книгу All That Glitters - Holly Smale, Холли Смейл - Страница 31
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wait until Nat has definitely gone.
Then I sit back down in the chair, lean my cheek against the warm tumble dryer and watch the sock going round and round and round in never-ending circles.
Just like my stupid little life.
My phone beeps.
My little chunky-chip! Is this the face that launched a thousand lips?! Sparkle monkey everywhere! Fairy wins again! Gravy
I stare at it for a few seconds, then turn my phone upside down in case it reads better the other way up.
It does not.
It’s midday on a Tuesday in New York right now. My bonkers ex-agent has clearly had way too many cups of coffee.
Although at least Wilbur’s still in contact: we may not be working together any more, but he still talks to me more than my current modelling agent.
The last three times I rang Infinity Models I never even got past the receptionist.
Still bemused, I type:
Wilbur, have you been eating sequins again? xxx
I wait a few minutes – he’s obviously peaked and passed out – pop my phone back in my bag and make a mental note to ring him tomorrow when he’s slept through the caffeine spike.
Then I close my eyes and try not to notice how, despite coming to my happy place, there’s an organ in the middle of my chest that still belongs on Jupiter.