C1 Pack

Chantrea stood at the threshold of her dressing room, the buzz of excitement and anticipation lingering in the air. The reflection in the mirror captured her poised demeanor, the perfect image of a successful model ready to conquer the runway.

Yet, amidst the glitz and glamour, her thoughts took an unexpected detour, drifting back to a time when her life was entirely different. She reminisced about her days as an ordinary girl, unaware of the world of werewolves and vampires that awaited her.

In the quiet solitude of her dressing room, memories flooded her mind. She recalled the simplicity of her childhood, the carefree days spent running through fields, the warmth of family gatherings, and the innocence that defined her life before it intertwined with the supernatural.

Her transformation into a werewolf was a whirlwind, an unexpected twist that altered her existence. The realization of her newfound abilities, the raw power coursing through her veins, and the secrets she had to keep from her former life weighed heavily on her.

Then came Adrian, the enigmatic vampire whose presence in her life was both captivating and perplexing. She vividly remembered their initial encounters, the intrigue sparked by his concealed identity, and the complex emotions that stirred within her as she navigated this unknown world.

Returning to the present, Chantrea shook herself from the reverie, the memories still lingering as she prepared to grace the runway once more. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension, a stark contrast to the calm facade she projected outwardly.

As she adjusted her attire, the reminiscence faded into the background, replaced by the imminent thrill of the fashion show. With a final glance in the mirror, she gathered her composure, ready to step out and embrace the spotlight once again.

The dichotomy of her past life, a mere reflection now, and the path she had chosen, painted an intricate canvas of her existence—a world where the echoes of her human self collided with the supernatural realm she now inhabited. With a deep breath, she ventured forth, the echoes of her past guiding her steps as she faced the unknown future that awaited her under the glare of the runway lights.

"Shit! Chantrea, What happened?"

I didn't bother to look to know who it was because I knew his voice. I stare at the red liquid spilling from my table down the white tiles.

He quickly grabbed my hand and wiped it with a tissue on the table. He did the same thing to my thigh where he was placed.

"Shit! Can someone clean this up?!"

Just in time, a staff member arrived. "Sir, what happened here?" he looked down at the floor.

"She spilled the red wine, just clean this up." he said to the staff.

Pulling my wrist, he made me sit in the empty seat. I stared at the reflection in the large front mirror.

My face is covered with heavy make up, it doesn't make me look like a clown though. It makes me look mature and bolder, maybe it's because of the smokey eye shadow I'm wearing and the bold wing eye liner. My eyes darted on my red lips. There's a little smudge under my lower lip.

"What are you doing, Trea? I told you not to drink wine before the show! You're not really listening, the glass even broke. Am I saying that it's a decision to throw you into the fashion show right away when you just got home from philippines!"

I sighed heavily before turning to him. "I'm fine, rich." I grabbed a tissue and cleaned the smudge under my lower lip.

His eyes narrowed. "Are you nervous? Did your wine glass break or maybe you're drunk, Trea?"

"I can pay for that glass."

"Yes, we know you can pay for it, but why did you break it? It's good that the other models are lined up outside and you're the only one in the dressing room!"

"I'm not nervous or drunk. Its just... something is bothering me." I looked away.

He went behind me, He took the curling iron and started curling my hair. "What's that?! More important than your fashion show? It's a good thing you weren't injured!"

"He's not answering my calls." I stated as I glanced at him in the mirror.

"Takte, is it Adrian again? Ever since we arrived here in the Philippines, he's been the one to kiss your mouth!"

"I agreed to do this fashion show for him." I firmly promise.

He sighed. "Did you text him the full details?" he asked.

"I did. He said yes, but now he's not answering my calls and it's making me frustrated!" Damn, I hate this feeling.

"Calm down, Chantrea."

"How can I fucking calm down? Mom's not going to be here, even dad is not going! I just came back from America but no one will show up to fucking see me!" I raised my voice. I looked at the reflection in the mirror again, Rich was looking at me.

I know that he doesn't know what to say. I'm such a fucking bitch right now... I mean I'm a bitch as always but I think that this is not right. I'm venting all my frustrations at him, when his job is to only handle me.

I sighed heavily. "Im sorry for raising my voice, Rich... it's just that they never been like this to me.. they're always there to support me in every run way and shoot."

"Add more famous models to join me on this runway!" I'm disgusted, I promise.

"What's unknown? Those are famous!" he said.

"Really? They're famous? How come I didn't know them? I really don't freaking get it why they lined me up with these amateur models! I've been in the industry since I was a kid! Unlike them, it's not even their passion. They just model for money." I rolled my eyes.

"They are not like you who are the heirs of a famous and big company in the Philippines, Chantrea. I can't blame them if they are making money from their beauty." he promised.

"I still don't care, Rich. If those people knew how to respect me, maybe I would have helped them put on a fashion show in another country, but I haven't. I haven't even achieved anything, I'm bragging right away. I hate girls who do that."

"Since you are an international model, you have something to brag about!" he said laughing.

"Fifteen minutes before the show." said the staff who had just entered.

"Oh, your hair is fine, get dressed. Don't worry about them coming, maybe it's just traffic, we're not in America anymore, hello traffic again!" he said laughing.

"Thanks, Rich." I smiled at him.

"Hurry up! You're going to beat up the arrogant amateurs so get dressed!" he winked at me. I laughed with what he said.

"They're here?!"

"Yes, your mudrakels and pudrakels are even at the forefront!"

I grinned at him. "I told you, you're young, they're coming!" he said smiling.

All eyes are darted on me as I walked fiercely on the run way. I saw my parents smiling at me sitting near the stage, sitting beside them some businessman. Some famous artists and singers here in the Philippines are on their row too.

My eyes glanced around the room, that was just a swift glance. I can't find him. I'm not sure if I saw the whole crowd by just glancing. I did the same thing on my next look. I delve my eyes on the crowd but still I can't find him. I lost my hope when I didn't see him, this is my last look, I'm wearing a sexy red bikini that has a lot of strings wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you all for coming to Debezo's summer collection." Aerrom Debezo thanked everyone. I'm standing beside him. He smiled at me. "I would also like to thank the most famous and one of the highest paid models in the world for strutting this runway, Chantrea Calejo."

"I know you just got here from America and you need to rest but you decided to be part of my big night so thank you, Chant!" It promised with a smile.

I smiled back at him. Every model gathered at the back stage for the picture taking.

After we took a picture, I took my clothes and put them on. "Chantrea! You're really talented! You're so beautiful! That's why you're one of the highest paid models in the world!" Rich laughed and hugged me.

"If I was really a girl I would have defeated you!" he promised artfully. The finger is still fluttering while parting the hair.

"You can't beat a Calejo, Rich." I smirked.

"Yes! You're going to go over it, you amateur! You didn't just go over it, you got burned! It's hot!" he promised with a smile.

"There was a businessman drooling at you while you were walking!" he promised flirtatiously.

"Even that model businessman too! It's so big! It's delicious!"

I didn't pay attention to what he said because I saw mommy and daddy heading in our direction. I immediately greeted them and kissed them.

"Congratulations, bro." mom

I pulled away from the hug. "I thought your not going tonight."

My father laughed. "Surprise!"

"Dad!" I hugged him.

"I really thought you wouldn't come, I just came back from America and then you didn't even come to see me. I would have been angry." I chuckled.

"It's like Madam, that's her plan!" Rich.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Plan?"

My eyes shifted to dad. "I have a gift for you Chant." Oh my gosh! My eyes widened when I saw the keys between his knuckles.

He handed it to me. "Lambo!" I excitedly screamed. I hugged dad again. My mom can't stop smiling as I look at her. "Your welcome Chant." dad said sarcastically.

Oh wait!

What color car did they buy for me?

I wish they bought the car that I like which is in my favorite color.

Mom seemed to break my thoughts. "Your lambo is pink, dear." It's like I'm back to being a kid because I'm barely jumping anymore.

"Best gift ever!" I screamed then hugged them again. "I love you mom and dad."

"We love you too Chantrea." mom

"I think we should buy our daughter more cars to hear her say that!" Dad stretched.

"I have many cars already Daddy! And I always say I love you to you and mom. I don't need an offering to say that... But if you really want it then I want a Tesla car in red." That's an electronic car made by Elon musk. I'm not sure if there's a red color available but I want one.

"Oh no, Chant!" mom laughed.

"Me too Madam, I want at least a toyota or a suzuki, but a mazda is okay! A subaru or a porsche is fine too because I watched this Chantrea in America!" said Rich.

My mom laughed at Rich's jokes, but his eyes widened when he saw my mom holding a key.

"Here's yours, Richard. Thank you for taking care of our only daughter." Mommy promised with a smile.

Oh my gosh!

"Wow!" Rich shouted then turned to me. "Porsche, Rich." I promised with a smile.

He couldn't speak, he was still speechless because he couldn't believe that mommy and daddy bought him a Porsche. He just hugged her.

"You slay the run way, Chant. You are my inheritance." mommy

"Aren't you tired from the flight?"

"No, dad."