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CHAPTER 1

PRESENT

Chyna lounged back in her chaise, soaking up the re afternoon rays from the hot Italian sun Her olive-toned skin was at home in its natural habitat and had darkened considerably over the course of the last month and a half Milan had treated her well, and she adored it here She had grown up in New York City —fashion week, the MET, the Upper East Side, Central Park—but even she had to admit that aselse

Her Italian tour was nearing an end, and soon the designer label she had been er need her services She was reluctant tothe Via Montenapoleone, Milan’sdistrict She would miss the private beach in Genoa where she would take jaunts to the coast with Giovanna, Ravenna, and Brigitte Most of all, what really surprised her was that she would miss the work

Modeling ran through her veins Most believed that all you needed were long legs and a pretty face to be an effective model, but there was so much more to it than that It was truly an art for plastered at herrun?

“Chyna, the sun is almost down,”

Brigitte whined

So, maybe she wouldn’t miss her

“I know, Bridge” Chyna used the nickname just to annoy her She was so French sometimes

Brigitte wrinkled up her tiny nose at the co her honey blonde hair over her shoulder “Fine You do your own hair and ”

Chyna sighed as Brigitte walked away

Marco was yet another reason she should stay in Italy, and he was also the biggest reason to leave Marco was…everything

As the head proprietor of Caanization in charge of Milan Fashion Week, he practically owned the city, which meant that he owned her, too

Stretching out her long lean legs, Chyna picked up her dirtycontents She plucked the string of olives out of the glass and carried them with her to the exit

Tonight was going to be an interesting night to say the least

Glah-end fashion clientele, and Marco had played host to the event for the past four years As his lucky number five rolled around, in true Marco fashion, he had way overdone himself Chyna had stune alone and had cringed The nue