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the time she graduated from the Institute, she had built up quite a good reputation as a phenomenal, up and coming fashion and editorial photographer.
    Ashland quickly, yet regretfully moved out of her childhood home the moment she graduated. She moved into a tiny flat in Soho with her newly popular designer best friend, Francisco Cortez. He was Latino, gay, and utterly fabulous. Together, they were trying, quite successfully, to conquer the fashion world with trendy and flattering plus-size clothing combined with high fashion photography.
    At the moment, Ashland was helping Cisco with some last minute adjustments on his new fall collection that would be featured on New York Fashion Week’s runway the next day. He was a bundle of nerves and extra bitchy. Especially, because she was leaving him soon to help her stepfamily with some Fashion Week festivities.
    “I can’t believe you’re leaving me to go help the wicked witch of the west and her two evil flying monkeys,” Cisco pouted prettily. His lips a sparkling pink from his shimmery lip gloss.
    He was tall and slender with a sleek, slicked down hipster haircut. His long limbs were encased in a tight-fitting t-shirt with Marilyn Monroe on the front of it and black hip hugging skinny jeans.
    “I know. I know,” Ashland sighed. “I should tell them to kiss my big ass, but I’m such a wuss when it comes to telling them no.”
    “You don’t have to tell them no, honey. Just ignore the phone calls or let me answer the phone. They’ll never ask you for anything ever again after I’m done with those bloodsucking primadonnas,” Cisco finished indignantly. His perfectly arched eyebrows raised high.
    “I really should. Maybe next time,” Ashland said, trying to pacify him.
    “Sweetie, you say that every time.” Cisco patted her hand sympathetically. “It’s time you start standing up for yourself.”
    “Okay, okay. I’m not in the mood to hear this self-love lecture again,” Ashland said angrily, pulling her hand away from her best friend. “When I find my spine, I’ll let you know,” she growled in frustration.
    Cisco’s head snapped back and his eyes widened as he nodded his head proudly. “I think you just did.”
    Ashland audibly groaned, instantly feeling bad for lashing out at the one person who meant the world to her. “I’m sorry, Cisco. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You know how discombobulated I get before I see them.” She blew a harsh breath through her bare lush lips, her breath fluttering her jet black bangs on her forehead.
    “Don’t worry about it. I liked it. I like you all smart-mouthed and sassy.” He winked at her. “So I’ll see you tonight at the ball?”
    “Yep. Just remember, I’m not there to have fun. I’m there to work. I’ll be behind the camera, just the way I like it. Snapping pics of you beautiful people. Except with shoes on.” Ashland reminded him. Sighing at not being able to take pictures barefoot like she was used to. It was her odd habit. The moment she picked up her camera at a photo shoot, she’d kick off her shoes like Patti LaBelle at a concert. But that wouldn’t be appropriate at a formal ball.
    “Oh please, honey. One day I’m gonna pull you out from behind that damn camera. You need to show the world how beautiful you really are,” Cisco said with conviction.
    “Oh yeah, right.” Ashland scoffed. “The majority of the world does not consider ‘round and dark brown’ beautiful.”
    “Then it’s our job to show them how wrong they are,” Cisco said, looking her soft, curvaceous body up and down. Hidden behind a shapeless dress, long scarf, and knee high brown boots. “I can’t wait for the day you let me play dress up. A little makeup here. A new hairdo there. Some of my amazing designs accentuating this knockout body, and…BAM, you’ll have men lining up for miles. And maybe then, you’ll finally have the confidence to get naked and pop that damn cherry!” Cisco finished with a