Photo courtesy of Melanie Greenwood.
‘Juliet! Over here!’
I turn my upper body towards the camera – shoulders back, stomach in – and smoulder into the lens.
‘Juliet, how does it feel to be the highest paid model in the world?’
Before I can answer a figure pushes to the front of the crowd.
‘Jane. Jane!’ Mum?
My smile locks. And then I’m back there. Shabby trainers pounding the pavement as I ran towards our cramped bedsit, playground taunts ringing in my ears. ‘Plain Jane.’
I hitch my composure back into place; shake my head. ‘I’m Juliet.’ I move towards the limo.
I’ll never be Jane again.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.