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DeepBlue89
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"Oh my gosh! Show me the ring!"
That squealing was my mom, completely losing it when she saw me walk out from the airport, luggage in hand.
I had to admit, I was a little embarrassed from the way that she rushed towards me. I thought that she was laying it on a little too thick; she hugged me so tight that I thought that my bones were going to break! Of course, even if my engagement was the very first thing she brought up, I knew that my mom was excited to see me specifically - it's just that with the latest news that I was engaged to Henry, the sweetheart that I met in college, was brought up just a few days ago...so naturally she was really, really excited to see the ring! My daddy was excited to see me too, but he was less emotional than my mom; still I was just so tired that once the excitement died out a little, I had to tell them that I needed some sleep! The flight from Los Angeles to New York was just so long and I couldn't fall asleep on the plane. I was so tired, in fact, that I straight up just ignored some of the work calls that I got.
What was my job?
Believe it or not, I'm a model.
...It's actually been my job for about three years now; I got my first real shoot during my sophomore year of college, thanks to some connections that I made with Henry. I won't pretend that I'm that big of a deal - it's not as if I have been in any movies or anything (although maybe in the future!). But I made a decent living off make up and swimsuit sponsors. The actual modeling work was usually for social media pages, although recently I've been featured in legitimate commercials for perfumes and the like. It's not really relevant to my college major (which was accounting), but I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Truthfully, my only complaint is that no one from my hometown seemed to even be surprised of the news. I guess it's mainly because I was already a bit of a model here back in high school - not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm a tall blonde with blue eyes; which a killer body to boot! But if I had to be one hundred percent honest, I guess it was my big tush that made me a little famous, but I won't get into that just yet.
While my daddy didn't like the comments I'd get on social media, or the fact that people were practically drooling over my body whenever I'd go out, my parents were proud of me. Not only for the slight fame that I enjoyed, but from the fact that I was going to marry such a wonderful guy like Henry. Not to mention, from the fact that I was, despite everything, a good Christian woman who (believe it or not) stuck to her beliefs about marriage. Yes, I was still a virgin...despite going to college in a city like Los Angeles!
It was nice entering my old family home, and lying down in my old bedroom. Unfortunately, I didn't get to sleep right away because my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My friends, many of whom moved back to our hometown, kept texting and calling me, making sure that I was going to go to the welcoming party tomorrow. I have to admit, I thought that it was a bit much...but I guess that seeing as I was probably the biggest success to come from this place, people were just excited to see me.
...Still, I guess that I was just as excited to see everyone else.
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The next afternoon:
"Still asleep Brandy?"
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I actually didn't get much sleep the night before. In fact, I was actually up pretty early - enough that I spent the entire morning chatting with my parents. By the time that I showered and put my make up on, it was already 1 PM and well...I sort of passed out.
I suppose that my mom thought that it would be funny, having my friends come over and seeing me, the supposed model, just napping on her bed. Unfortunately for me, the party was taking place a whopping fifteen minutes after I got up from my nap, with just a white top and a tight pair of green shorts on. As I rampaged through my dresser, looking for something to wear, Daniella (one of the three friends who came to pick me up) said:
"Oh just go like that! There's a heat wave anyway..."
The thing was that the party was hosted by Xavier, one of my daddy's friends. I guessed that in my mind, even though my parents weren't going to go due to work, that I was going to dress as if they were there. In the end, I shrugged off my modesty - realizing that my friends were all dressed in shorts too. Still, I would be lying if I told you that I didn't feel a tiny bit self-conscious - my butt was definitely bigger than theirs and I swear I could feel the undersides of my round tush exposed.
"Fine...let me just get some work stuff that I can show you all once we're done." I said with a big smile, picking up some posters that I had worked on. They were, of course, pictures of myself but I needed some opinions before my manager would put them up on my merchandise website.
So, putting them all neatly into a bag, I put on my shoes and headed out to this welcoming party.