Chapter 18 Modelling for Him

CHIARA

LONDON, ENGLAND

“That’s a stupid idea.”

The clock by my bedside beeped: 12:00. My flight was in twelve hours, and instead of sleeping, I was stuck listening to Luizio Ferreiro.

“No, it isn’t. Just listen to me. All you have to do is—”

“I’m not wearing your jersey and posing for ...

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