Veronica made her way back to her trailer, signing a few autographs for a throng of fans who'd followed her out to this remote fashion show. She shut the door behind her, locking it, glad to have some privacy from her fans.
She was twenty-one, and heading to true superstar status. Not bad for a girl from a small town in Indiana, known for little more than its grain industry, which fed most of the cows in the midwest.Her whole life had changed when her agent had discovered her, working in a Beall's retail store, behind the makeup counter. He had quickly signed her to a five year deal, and soon she was working the runways of some of the highest profile designers in the world.
She stood a lanky six feet tall, and had shoulder-length brown hair. Her hazel eyes oozed a mixture of girl-next-door and come-hither seduction.Her full lips gave her an exotic look, and her slightly-upturned smile held a coy charm about it. She was blemish-free; there wasn't even a mole to detract from any aspect of her beauty. Indeed, it seemed that her skin had a naturally radiant quality about it.
Veronica had only been on the scene a short while, and already there were Hollywood rumours flying around about her. A few directors had mentioned her in passing, as a potential breakout star, and she was due to star in a music video for British rock band, "The Darkness" in another month.
Yet at times, Veronica didn't want any of it. She simply wanted to be back home, simple Veronica Hinton, small-town girl. Her cellphone rang. Veronica sighed, answering it. "Veronica," she said, it was all she really needed to say.
"V," came the voice of her agent. "Don't forget, you've got the Vogue interview today."
Veronica sighed, "Shit...can't we reschedule?"
"Aww, come on, V," he chided her, "It's not that bad, just a short interview, and a couple of candid shots. No more than an hour. You'll have the rest of the day and evening to yourself."
"Alright...how long til they get here?" Veronica asked, eager to be alone for the rest of the day.
"Probably not too long; they just called me a minute ago to confirm. Just make nice with the press, V, alright?"
"Fine, whatever," Veronica replied, sounding a bit petulant.
"You're a doll, V. Talk to you later." Her agent hung up without waiting for her to say goodbye.