The Models Secret Bankroller

Miranda's POV

I dropped the notes in my hand on the bed and went into the kitchenette that I shared with my hostel mate, Ashley, who is also my best friend, to put on the coffeemaker. I have loads of notes to read for the test tomorrow and I have a photo shoot immediately after the test on the other side of town. Thankfully, the coffeemaker would stop once the coffee was ready so I had enough time to get a hot shower before I would drink the coffee.

I got into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water cascaded down my body in rivulets and I massaged the liquid body wash into my skin with the help of my bathing loofah. I am built like an hourglass if I do say so myself. I have grey intense eyes and rich deep red hair that goes all the way to the middle of my back.

I am 5 feet 7 inches and have worked as a model since I was 17. Now 19, going to 20, I have worked for over a hundred magazines both locally and internationally. Juggling my modeling career with schooling has not been easy but I am determined to finish school and get my medical degree no matter what.

I shampooed her hair and gently worked the conditioner in to prepare my hair for the photoshoot tomorrow. When I was done, I sat in front of the dresser and blow-dried it before working in the mousse and putting it up in massive rollers – I wanted big bouncing curls.

I was neck-deep in student loan debt and hoped that I would be able to pay off all my debt before graduating from school. That was why I hadn't stopped working as a model. It paid most of my bills as I got little support from home.

My mother died when I was just five years old-when I was just old enough to know what she looked like. Father worked as a foreman in a shoe factory and he made just enough money to get by. Between paying the rent, payment of taxes, gas fees, car maintenance, and grocery shopping, he had just enough money to save and send to me for my upkeep. I knew Father was struggling, so I did not really bother him for money. It was why I started working as a model to support him and my younger siblings, Aaron and Sharon.

By the time I was done drying my hair, the coffee was already cold. I warmed it up and poured out some in a mug. I carried the mug to my reading desk and readied myself to start reading. About thirty minutes into studying, Ashley came into the hostel. She dumped herself on my bed and flayed her arms in tiredness. I guess she had just finished studying at the school library with her study partners.

"Hey girl, what's up? How was your day?" Ashley asked.

"Well, it was pretty good. Except for these tests tomorrow, my day would have been splendid, but hey, I have to study."

"Sorry about that mahn! All the best in your test tomorrow."

"Thank you."

"What do you have? I'm so hungry," Ashley whined again.