MEHR CREATIONS

DREAMFUL       CHAPTER:15                       ... "And you didn't even call him up for coffee?", Mrs. Decker asked, looking at Destiny. "Well...no...", Dez replied, unsure of what to say. "That's bad, Dez. A boy just dropped you home and you just came out without even calling him upstairs?", Grace said with a half-smile and tsked. Destiny rolled her eyes, "Guys! It's not that he helped me or anything-" "He did help you, Dez! That is sooo ungrateful!", Grace said, cutting off her sisters' sentence. "Okay, okay.Fine! Girls, cool down!", Mrs. Decker said before their 'talk' took the turn of an 'argument' which happened all.the.time. "Yeah, mom, you're right. I'm in no mood to argue anyway!", Destiny said and went to her room. She opened her laptop to check her inbox and saw a new mail in the list. It was from the pageant. Her heart started beating faster as she clicked on the ma

DREAMFUL       CHAPTER:14                       ... It had been a week since Destiny had met Rylee Smith and kicked off her catwalk practice. She was getting better day by day. Her feet turned and twirled and hurt like hell in the initial days of walking on the ramp with stilettos, but it was better now...she was slowly getting the hang of it."This is model life!", Rylee had said when Dez complained about her leg cramps. The only thing which made Destiny going was her determination and her dad's dream of her becoming a model someday. Though she hadn't seen or spoken to Edwin since the day he returned her diary, he didn't show up at the gym the whole week. She thought of questioning Lucas-her gym trainee but later dropped the idea as she wasn't sure whether it'll be 'okay' to ask him. It was a Thursday and Destiny was walking on the pavement, returning home(with her head in her mobile, busy texting with Ivy) from Rylee's lavish apartment. It had

DREAMFUL     CHAPTER:13                               ... Rylee led her to a room which was not just a room, It was a room in paradise, a place Destiny fell in love with when she was only six years old. It was a catwalk runway with actual lights, sparkle, bling, and dazzle. It was a low-heightened stage, Destiny walked up the ramp(in complete awe) and said, "Rylee...this is magic...this can't be possibly real!" "I know, this room took six months to get over!".Destiny looked around the room. It was certainly heaven. It was no less than an actual catwalk runway. Whoever was the interior designer for the room, had truly done a magnificent job...the right kind of colors, bling, sparkle, and the placement of everything brought a glamorous vibe. She saw framed pictures on both the walls. On closer inspection, Dez got it. It was nobody but Rylee herself in those pictures, looking nothing but flawless...it were pictures from her modeling days. One had her walking on the