I'm applying my makeup in the Mercedes as Hannah screams into her phone from the passenger and Skyler sings into my hairbrush. I smack Skyler's arm down for the umpteenth, causing the brush to go flying across the car. I crack up.

"If you had a good voice you would be a singer," I tell her. "But let's face it girlfriend - your voice sucks. I am the expert."

"Gee thanks." Skyler hands me my wig, wig cap, and a box of pins. "But honestly, if you hadn't gotten yourself into this mess you might've had a career as a singer."

"True," I muse, glancing in the mirror hanging from the ceiling.

"You made a commitment no matter how beautiful your voice!" Hannah shouts back to us, then flashes a smile and a wink. "You do sound amazing."

"Aw, thanks Hannah." I put a hand to my chest. "Skyler, hold this braid will you?"

"Of course my queen," Skyler says sarcastically, but holds onto it anyways while I make a second French braid. I pin them up in a bun then slide my wig cap over it.

"How do I look?" I pose.

"Finish dressing!" Hannah calls out. I roll my eyes and pull on my wig. It's the same color as my hair, just shinier and way better looking.

"You missed a pimple," Skyler tells me. I dab concealer and rub it in.

"Okay, am I good?"

"About."

I sigh and relax back in my seat. I must go through a bottle of concealer each month at the very least.

We come to a stop ten minutes later in front of a huge, intimidating building.

"Look at me Avaline," Hannah instructs. I turn to face her.

"Hmm...okay. Let's go in."

Our driver, Wilden, opens the door for me with a knowing nod. I smile back and climb out.

"Miss Ava um-" The man waiting at the door glances down at his clipboard.

"No last name," I tell him."

"Of course. Follow me."

We enter the building and he leads us to a room with a closed door. Through the window I see multiple backdrops and people bustling around.

"Go on in," he tells us, then disappears around the corner. Hannah twists the door handle a second before I get to it and steps inside.

"Ava and Skyler Thompson," she announces. The room instantly quiets even before Hannah says Skyler's name. I'm a legend in the modeling industry, which is why I work so hard to keep my real identity - and hair - secret. If anyone ever found out the press would never forget it.

"Welcome Ava." A short woman with pale skin and thin hair comes up to me with a pad of paper and a pen. "Would you like something to drink while the crew finishes setting up? A magazine, perhaps? One that you're in?"

I stifle a giggle at this.

"No thank you," Hannah says before I can reply. "We'll just wait over by those chairs." She nods at the stiff plastic chairs in the corner and leads us over. I watch as people bustle around, fixing the lighting and making sure the backdrops are even. Finally, a tall, elegant lady comes over holding up a dress.

"Please get changed Ava. Miss Thompson, come with me."

I flash a smile at Skyler and head off into the dressing room. I smile at myself as I twirl around in the dress. It's a sparkly number with a low neckline that shows off my waist. The light pink goes perfect with my eyeshadow which I specially ordered for this shoot. With my normal hair it would look like a mess but with my wig it looks stunning.

"Are you ready Ava?" Hannah yells at me and I jump.

"Yup." I hurry to the green screen backdrop. "Do I have shoes for this?"

"Not for the first shot." The lady who introduces herself as Ali leads me away from the green screen. "Come here. Jane, this is Ava," she says to the photographer before pushing me onto the set.

"Alright, stand with your back facing the camera," the photographer instructs as I stumble forward. "Hand in hair. Turn your head, yes. Perfect."

I twirl around as someone drops glitter, smiling and posing for the camera.

"Yes, yes," the photographer says, setting her camera down. I lean over her to look at the shots. "Your face is perfectly sculpted," she says, showing me one with a closeup of my face. "And that hair - just beautiful. We had an up-and-coming model come in a couple days ago and she was, well-"

"She was hideous," the assistant chimes in. "Frizzy hair, double chin, I couldn't stand her."

"Yes, well, she was hideous." The photographer winks. "Don't go around telling people we said that."

We go through a few different backgrounds, then Skyler and I wave goodbye and we head out.

"Could you believe what those people said about the up-and-coming model?" I ask in disbelief.

"That was beyond rude," Skyler agrees. I pull out a compact.

"It sounded like they were describing me," I say softly. Skyler slaps my arm down.

"They don't know what they were talking about Avaline. Now come on, let's get out of here."

I follow Skyler out of the building, head still spinning from the photographer's comments.