Max stared at her reflection. She looked like beautiful goddess with creamy, milk colored skin that has a slight tan on some parts and a near flawless complexion. Her hair falls in ringlets down her back and over her shoulders flowing smoothly. Her eyes are a blue like the early morning sky. She has a light, pink beauty blush on her cheek, an inch or so below her eye. Her waist, although not bone skinny, is neither chunky nor fat nor is it what one would consider thin. Her legs are very shapely, strong for she work so hard. Her shoulders are very nice, small and precise. Her upper arms are a little meatish though not fat or anything, whilst her lower arms are delicately thin. She has a very admirable beauty and a tender, time bearing face.
Max was stunned from what she saw. Observing the radiant smile on her face, she allowed her eyes to take in the results of her make over.
Max was beautiful then, now she was absolutely breathtaking. Who would have thought that she'll be her bestfriend's PA?
It was the night of the New York Fashion Week.
The night Max and Travis first met.
It all started with a lie.
A mutual understanding quickly evolved into something more. A love that didn't seem to have a definite start but together they formed a history of their own.
But sometimes someone had to get hurt, someone had to let go and someone had to take chances. That's how twisted fate is. That's how dirty destiny played it's game.