Previously ~ The Girl with the Most Cake
Despite the dye job, blue contacts, and Anglicized name, Melody Garth wasn't fooling anyone. She was a Latina, both of her parents were from Mexico, and every so often, it all slipped out.
"Hey, chica!" she beamed as Lacey walked through the doors of Avenue Blue, the brightly lit photography studio where Lacey did most of her shoots. It also housed Melody's office. "You are going to love me today when you see what I've booked you."
"Yeah, can we cut to the chase?" Lacey yawned. "You've kept me in the dark all weekend. So who is it? A department store? Another stripper ad?" Her parents were never going to forgive her for that one.
Melody practically glowed, all five feet of her. "It's with Cristela."
Lacey blinked rapidly, both confused and slightly disbelieving. "What...Cristela Cristela?"
"Cristela Martinez!!!" Melody clapped her hands and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. "She wants you to be the face of her winter campaign; apparently she's dropping her debut lingerie line. She wants to call it, 'Oh, So Soft & Lacey' - get it?"
Lacey blinked several times again. "What?"