Amelie’s POV

Simone and Philipe put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup. Kimmy was sitting on the bed, looking at me. She smiled broadly.

“Amelie,” Kimmy said. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Kimmy,” I blushed.

“No, seriously, have you ever thought about modeling?”

“No, I’m too short,” I said.

“With a face like that, you could be a makeup or jewelry model,” she gushed.

“Oh, Kimmy, you’re the best thing ever for my ego,” I laughed.

Simone and ...