#Chapter 39: A Model’s Body

Kayla My stomach growled loudly, echoing in the quiet of the night. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table—it was almost midnight. No wonder I was starving; I had missed dinner entirely after falling asleep earlier. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I changed quickly out of my rumpled jeans and sweater and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and the thickest socks I could find. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and quietly slipped out of the bedroom. Glancing in the mirror, I looked like a round little cupcake, but it wasn’t like anyone was awake to see me. The house was eerily silent as I made my way downstairs. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished hardwood floors. It seemed that everyone but me was already asleep; even Nicholas’s study was dark and quiet, no light emanating from beneath the door. I pushed open the kitchen door and was greeted by more silence. Flicking on a dim light, I