Chapter 120. The Beam

Elona's POV

I thought I would feel like I belonged here. That was what I kept telling myself as I walked through the tall glass doors of the Velvet Fashion Show studios. The exterior was sleek, ultra-modern, with mirrored panels reflecting the city skyline, but the moment I stepped inside, the illusion shattered like glass.

The receptionist gave me a once-over with eyes that judged every inch of me in under five seconds. I wore black leggings that hugged my legs like a second skin and a cropped black top that exposed my midriff. I thought I looked good, but the way she raised her brow made me falter.

“Straight through the hallway. Third door on your right. You’re late,” she said, her voice clipped. I wasn’t late, I was early, but I didn’t argue. Not here. Not on my first day. I headed straight to the training room.