After getting dressed into something appropriate to wear as a model. I walked down to the basement and opened the door at the corner of the room. I was greeted by a long hallway. I walked to the end of the hallway and found another door. I opened the door and climbed the long flight of stairs in front of me. I was then inside my other house. You see, I have two houses. One house was for my normal daily life and the other was for my model life. I had to have two because it would turn into so much drama if the paparazzi saw Ariah Lim walking into one house and exiting out of another. I exited the house though the main doors and a limo was waiting for me.

"Almost late, Miss. Lim." My driver said opening my door. I simply smiled and nodded.

***

I was doing an early shoot for an September collection. One of the stylists were finishing the touch up for my makeup when I saw my phone ring. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked without bothering to look at the caller I.D.

There were some ruffling sounds on the other end. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the caller I.D. It was Ali. Why was he calling me though? I was about to hang up when I finally heard something clear.

"I'm going to Ariah Lim's fashion show tomorrow!" Some squeaky voice exclaimed. That's probably Brit. Brit is always hanging around Ali whenever she gets the chance like a love sick puppy. I smirked at what she said though since that is my fashion show after all.

"Let's sneak in!" I heard a male voice say. I wasn't sure who it was, but it was probably one of those guys Ali always hangs out with.

"Are you coming Ali?" I heard Brit's voice ask.

"Sure, whatever." My inside's started churning when I heard Ali's voice. I heard someone call my name so I hung up.

"For this shoot, simply wait outside on this patio," the director started saying while pointing to the patio which was in front of the whole set. "And act as if you're waiting for someone." I nodded and walked over to the patio and the photo shoot began.

"Good job everyone." The director said loudly and walked towards me. "Great job Ariah, but try to use your right hand more when your doing a photoshoot. It seemed like you're trying to relax it all the time." I nodded and he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I shook hands with him and may I say, he has a strong grip! My wrist was throbbing by the time he let go, but nonetheless, I kept on smiling sweetly until he walked away.

Then I got an idea. I walked around to find the manager for my fashion show. I heard that she was here to watch my photo shoot. I finally found her talking to my father. I walked up to them and waited for my father to finished talking with her.

"Ariah sweety! Meet Mrs. Lei. She'll be in charge of the fashion show you will be presented in tomorrow." I shook hands with her and to my luck, she was left handed, so I shook her hand with my left hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Lei." I said looking at her.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Her voice was sweet yet crystal clear.

"May I have a request for my fashion show? It's very minor." I asked.

"Yes, what may it be?" I sighed in relief.

"Can you make sure that the security will be excellent tomorrow?" I asked.

"Of course! Wouldn't want anyone sneaking in without us knowing." I thanked her and changed back into my dress that I wore coming to my photo shoot. I was going to grab my purse and go home, but I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Lookin fine, Ariah." I turned around and saw my best friend, Abigail, standing there with her arms wide open. I squealed and ran to her, giving her a big hug.

"You came back from Cebu early!" I exclaimed looking at her.

"My parents business trip ended early." She shrugged. Abigail's parents went on a business trip in Cebu so Abigail was forced to go along with them since she doesn't have any older siblings that would take care of her. "So I heard you were having a fashion show tomorrow?"

"You bet I am?" I said excitedly.

"Well, maybe it would be more fun if you invited another model to come with you." she said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Well, that model will have to go shopping with me for heels tomorrow." I said wiggling my eyebrows as well.

"That model said she go shopping with you." She said sitting down.

"I think we both know who we're talking about." Abigail nodded. "You!" I exclaimed at the same as she exclaimed Me.

Abigail has a secret just like me. She's a model as well. Her model name is Abby Cabrera. Her real name is Abigail Custodio, but everyone just calls her Abby. She has to dye her hair as much as I have to as well. She doesn't go through the trouble to put fake freckles on though. She doesn't even bother wearing glasses to try and hide her face. However, she wear a lot makeup when she does photo shoots and fashion shows, but it always appear to still look light. Nobody will ever be able to tell who Abigail and I really are though.

Abigail and I met in kindergarten when her grapes fell into the table. I helped her pick them up and an old lady, probably Abigail's grandma, started making a fuss about how Abigail should've been more careful. Ever since then, Abigail and I just started hanging out together more. We were best friends ever since.

***

"It's Saturday and I love Saturdays! Want to know why? It's because I make pancakes on Saturdays!" I heard Abigail singing at the top of her lungs downstairs. She wasn't even singing a real song. She just saying things really loudly in a singing voice. "I guess some people don't like my pancakes!" I laughed to myself and ran downstairs.

Abigail and I ate her infamous blueberry pancakes.

"I swear you should go on a cooking show or something." I said giggling.

"Well, the chef hat might make my face look fat." She joked and laughed. I checked the time. 10:38.

"Want to go shopping with me now? We have time?" I asked.

"Sure."

"We'll have to be back to the house at around 5:30 since the fashion shows is at 9:00. I definitely don't want to be late to my fashion show."

"Okay. Which part of us should we show the world?"