Chapter 6. Paying Debt

Fenella’s POV

I was lost in thought, staring blankly at the tissue box on the table. My hand supported my chin as I waited for Jessy to come with our coffee.

"Hey, gorgeous. Here's your coffee." Jessy handed me an iced Americano on the table.

"Thank you, Jess," I said with a small smile.

"Thank goodness the fitting was postponed. I told you so. Baumer is such a perfectionist; she'll probably get in trouble herself soon," Jessy chuckled.

"Yes, luckily I wasn't late for the fitting. Plus, she still accepted me as her model, even though my dark under-eye circles were visible and I was unfocused earlier," I mentioned.

"Ah, nonsense! She praised you so much. She really likes you. You're her ideal type of model. Even if you were to switch liking her—"

I glared at Jessy. We had agreed that my sexual orientation preferences couldn't be forced to change, even if it would help my career as a model. Understanding this, Jessy cleared his throat and quic