New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 396 Do Anything You Want

Cindy stood under the glaring lights, the final moments of her comeback shot ticking down. It was almost surreal to be back. She was so close to reclaiming her old life-just a few more shots, a couple of campaign launches, and soon she'd be walking the runway again

and getting invites to Fashion Week. Just the thought sent a giddy thrill through her.

Cindy adjusted her stance, throwing a casual smile toward the camera while the photographer barked out directions.

"Alright, Cindy, let's go for something... fierce," the photographer called out, gesturing vaguely with his hands. "Tilt your head a bit, look like you're about to devour the world."

Cindy rolled her eyes but smirked, knowing the drill all too well. "Like this?" she said, shifting her pose.

"Perfect. Yes, but more... mysterious, if you can," he replied, snapping away. "Think bold, but refined!"

"Bold but refined? Got it," she mumbled to herself with a grin, exaggerating her expression just a bit for fun. She followed his directions, though. She wasn't about to get booted off her own photoshoot, not when all this mattered so much.

"Alright, Cindy, let's try a bit more energy!" he called out, waving his arms like he was trying to flag down an airplane. "Imagine you're walking through Paris, effortless and chic!"

Cindy rolled her eyes, just barely keeping her expression neutral. Effortless and chic-as if she didn't know how to pose by now. But, smiling tightly, she lifted her chin and gave him exactly what he wanted. The last thing she needed was to annoy anyone on set and risk losing the job.

"Perfect, Cindy, just like that! Now, hands on the hips, chin down a bit, yeah? That's it!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of holding poses and changing outfits, the photographer lowered his camera with a smile. "We're done! Amazing work, Cindy."

out her back. She waved goodbye to the team, already planning her next stop: a much-needed visit to

what to do? Doesn't he know that I was a professional model before Claire Peterson ruined my life?" Cindy said with much

to indulge in a full day of pampering a massage, manicure, pedicure, and maybe

Cindy glanced around, hoping there'd be an open spot. This place was almost impossible to book on short

sigh in delight. A staff member at the reception

smile. "I'd love to book a self-care session-massage, mani-pedi,

staff member's smile faltered, and she looked at her screen with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry, miss, but we're completely booked today. It's been such

"Could you check

moment later with a regretful shake of her head. "I'm afraid there's

eyebrows shot up. "You're telling me there isn't one single spot open? Come on-check one more time.

sympathetic look.

shoulders slumped.

as she was

Cindy noticed the staff's demeanor shift instantly, with smiles and hushed excitement. The new arrival wore shades and handed over a sleek black card. The

Right this way; we have a room

she couldn't resist a quick glance at the woman's face. Recognition jolted through her as the stranger lowered her shades just enough

It was Claire Peterson.

Claire Peterson who had ruined her life and career a few months ago. She glared at the receptionist. "Wait a minute! You just told me you're fully booked. How does she get a room?" The receptionist looked uncomfortable, glancing between

sharp, her disbelief plain. "What, I'm not

anything about it, so I'd suggest not blaming them." Cindy's jaw clenched. "Do you remember Claire Peterson? Cindy Marshall? Or maybe not, since you seem

lot of people. Excuse me, but I have an appointment." She turned back to the