Chapter 18

THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE ABOUT BELLE LIFE OF MODELING

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Belle Parked her Porsche outside her house. She went inside and called her mother. "Mom?"

"Hey sweetie," her mom called from the kitchen. "Come here and eat. I know you're hungry."

She dropped her bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen facing the feast in front of her. She frowned at her mom, "Mom, do you think i can eat all this?" I'm eating just a little. You know i have a shoot tomorrow and I can't be a bloated girl in the swimsuit."

Her mom waved her off. "You're not the only one eating. Your dad's colleagues are coming along with their sons and daughter, It's going to be a party," she smiled at her. "And I expect you to be on your best behavior."

"Mom," she went to her mother and hugged her. She kissed her cheek. "when did i become harsh to visitors?"

"Hmmm...let me think," Lydia grinned. "Since you got heartbroken with that Matt guy from high school."

Her eyes changed from hurt and then turned back to normal. "Don't mention him in front of the table. The food will be spoiled. Anyway, I'm over him." she sat on one of the chairs and started devouring a piece of chicken. She mumbled half-chewing the food. "When are those guests coming?"

"About an hour from now..." her mother trailed.

"Why are they even so special that you've to cook this many?" she frowned and was about to get rice and shook herself away. "No rice,"

"They're from different countries. You know your dad, travels mostly every time." she said.

That's why you divorced him and get on with that bastard. Not to be cruel but I'm glad he's dead. He's a jerk and he endangered your life. He drove like those madman and even if you plead he wasn't stopping. I'm glad he died, she thought but didn't said anything. Her mother would be angry when she hears what she said. "They might speak different languages so I'm not expected to socialize that much, right?"

Her mom laughed. "They're all speaking in English so you are certainly expected to socialize and I heard some of them studied at the same school as yours..." she trailed.

"Not-" she started but her mom cut her off.

"No Matt has been said." Lydia assured. "Why can't you just go to him and tell him you love him so this will be over."

"As if that's that easy." Belle frowned. "He's not in this country. Maybe somewhere along with his wife and I'm not supposed to say I love him 'cause I don't now." she frowned again as she felt the lies she just said. "I swear I'm not lying," she convinced herself.

"I didn't said anything," her mother said and went back to cooking. "Now go and change. Make yourself look presentable or maybe rest a little since you're always presentable." her mom winked at her. She laughed and went to her room. She went into the tub and thought about what happened between her and Matt. Nothing really happened. A few kisses and all but they weren't really officially together at the eyes of the others...