Chapter 63. Let Go

“If it isn’t my favorite person in the world,” Jane screamed, excitement clear in her voice.

“Yasss bitch,” Isabella felt Jane’s excitement, contagious and gripping. “Who’s the latest international model in town?” she placed a hand at the back of her ear, head inclined in Jane’s direction.

“Oh. I don’t know,” Jane feigned thoughtfulness. “Oh, wait. Me!” she announced.

The two burst out into laughter as they high-fived.

“Come in,” Jane squealed, pushing the door wider to let Isabella in.

The apartment was tastefully furnished with the most luxurious items, courtesy of growing up with a silver spoon and having a bank account with a large amount of cash simply sitting there.

That was Jane.

Although born into a privileged life, Jane somehow grew up with the mentality of working to feed.

She had applied to more than ten modeling age