Jet Lag

What I wished for most right now, was to rub it in his stupid narcissistic, little face. Damaging his pride, for sure. I hated him. They all said I would never make it as a model. Here I was, boarding the airliner for the biggest event in fashion history. Although there's just one minor setback. As I walked in to the plane, I saw the seat next to me was occupied. With a smirk already prepared and plastered on his face, there he sat. Wes Anderson. Not to mention the flight lasts for eighteen hours....This can't be good.