#miranda&marcus

“looks like someone is enjoying the show!”

Who would have thought that Miranda would once come this far; certainly no one who knew her and the circumstances she grew up with. In the middle of the slums in Sao Paulo, as the middle child of 5 and with a single mother who tried her best to provide for the family after her dad passed away too soon. Like most girls, she dreamed of a bright future, becoming famous to help her family but instead of a beautiful dream, her teens were a nightmare. Life sent her through living hell at the age of fourteen and it was a miracle she'd survived.

She had her reasons to keep the dark times of her past hidden and locked away in the obscure corners of her mind. Afterall she was okay now. She was here, fighting for her dreams to come true and she'd gotten a long way. The first thing she did when she finally made her name a well known brand in the international model scene was to keep her promise to her family. She'd always send them money, even when she barely had enough to pay her bills - but when the first big payment came in, she bought them a little house to get them out of the dangerous neighborhood she grew up in.

Mira was thankful for the chance she got and worked very hard, mostly for her family and to do good and help as many people in need as possible. She didn't care much about luxuries and an expensive life style, in her opinion there was better use for that money than to waste it on drugs, alcohol, houses that were so big you could fit an entire village in, et cetera. All in all she had a big heart of gold, no star attitudes or anything like that. Miranda was a humble girl next door with both her feet on the ground and always trying to be kind to others. Except a certain kind.

The show was one of the biggest events of the year and she was right in the middle of it. Since the finale was about take place and no one wanted to miss it, everyone was headed outside to watch it once they finished her styling. She'd told the assistant he could go because all she needed was to get dressed and she could manage that by herself. But of course, just now the zipper had to get stuck. A heavy sigh slipped past her lips and thank God, before she started to panic, the assistant seemed to be back to her rescue. With her exposed back facing the door she still struggled with the dress as the male approached her. "oh god I'm so glad you're back. Could you just give me a hand please? The zipper seems to be stuck."