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Caterina Versini

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The morning came too soon for Caterina's liking as she buried herself deeper in between her satin sheets and soft blanket. Her thick, dark hair getting even messier as she rolled around slightly. The urge to get off bed was low that day-- actually all that particular week she had to push herself off bed with quite a lot of force. She had been feeling down, irritable, and annoyed. Unlike her usual 'chill' demeanor, Caterina was ready to bite anyone's head off at any given time of the day. With a groan, she swung her long, sculpted, thin legs off the bed and stood up, stretching up her arms before pulling her cotton T-shirt down to hide her very well toned stomach. 

Caterina strolled to her bathroom as she ran a hand through her thick hair, ruffling it out of its messy waves. As she crossed her large room with multiple full length mirrors, she scanned herself carefully; She was easy on the eyes to say the least, a toned, stretched, sculpted body at 5'8", long, thick hair that adds an effect of a doll when straightened, a sculpted, sophisticated face. She was good looking, and she knew it, but her good looks although had made her who she was in the world; A well known model, a loved one as well. Her looks also made her be seen as the "pretty" one, who knew nothing else but her diet, her workout regimen, and how to pose for pictures. 

It's been said too many times to her face, in magazines, on descriptions that Caterina had become used to ignoring it. The urge to prove everyone wrong had long died when even her family believed so. At the thought of her family, her blood boiled slightly as she stripped down. Her parents had zero trust in her mental abilities and skills to run both businesses of the family that they decided to marry her off. 

Marry me off? Caterina Frenandaz Versini married to fucker A because she can't do math She thought sarcastically as she stepped under the warm shower. Her muscles slowly relaxed as she ran the water through her hair and closed her eyes. Despite the belief of Caterina's low IQ, she actually graduated her high school with an A- average and had managed to get into one of the top universities in the country that she did actually attend and graduate from with a business bachelors-degree; No one believed that though. Why would she give up her academics to be a-- model? A show case of good looks and nothing more. 

The rest of her shower was spent with racing ideas of how to reject the arranged marriage, but the little self doubt in her took control of her thoughts. What if they were right? What if she really couldn't manage both businesses correctly to lead them to better statuses. With a heavy sigh, Caterina stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair as she slowly dried the rest of her body. She took the next couple of hours, drying her hair, curling it, applying her makeup that looked glowy and natural, and then she got on her basic black skinny jeans with one knee slit open, classic, pointed thin heels, a black chiffon blouse that showcased her lacy bralette, and she threw on a heavy burgundy coat the compliment the outfit and gave her thin yet curvy figure a little more oomph. 

Her schedule that day consisted of three photoshoots, one for Elle magazine, one for a well-known designer, and the other was for a new fashion line of a new designer who was actually a friend, and she was doing it for him as a favor. 

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"Haha, Louis please, it really was nothing." She said as she patted the slightly taller man on his forearm. Louis, a friend and an aspiring designer, was a young man stopping at 5'9" with messy black hair and striking blue eyes; He was with Caterina back in university, but he dropped out in the second year to pursue his dream. He hadn't managed to have his breakthrough yet, but Caterina had promised to help him. They both thought it would be an attention magnet if Caterina actually posed for the preview of his fashion line. 

She excused herself a while after, changing into her original attire and walking out of the small studio. She shooed off Thalia, her personal assistant, as she made it clear she needed sometime alone. There was almost a three hour gap between her previous shoot and the next one, and she knew exactly where she would spend that.

Taking a walk would have definitely calmed her down even further than riding the car, but she didn't trust herself around the public or the paparazzi nowadays; She was ready to bite off anyone's head off. 

Ten minutes later, her driver pulled up in front of a cozy coffee shop, Angie's, that overlooked a lovely park. She flashed her driver a slight smile as he opened the door for her before she walked into the coffee shop and ordered her usual vanilla latte. She settled in a cozy chair against the corner that had a wide view of the park. With a sigh, she relaxed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her cheeks as her forehead relaxed, her lips were in their pouty nature, and her shoulders dropping slightly.
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