At Presidio's Heights, Grace just finished trying on the last of the clothes in her room and walked out of the bathroom with it.
"I must say you have such a great figure that brings life to everything you put on," Isabella complimented sincerely.
Grace's mouth spasmed in a smile. "Thank you," she said and turned around in front of the mirror to appreciate the perfect fit of the trouser suit on her body. "But that's because you and your team did a great job."
"But seeing how it looks on you, makes it worthwhile. Have you ever considered a career in modeling?" Isabella asked as she helped Grace to neatly arrange the other clothes she had been trying on.
"What? Quit joking. I know you're just flattering me," Grace laughed out loud this time.
She knew her figure was good, and hearing someone compliment her felt good. Even her friend Wendy tried talking her into modeling, but she couldn't imagine herself going on a runway…. No… Designing was her thing, not modeling.
