A month from now, I would have been walking the runway at a high-end fashion show. A month from now, I would have been gracing the covers of renowned fashion magazines. A month from now, I would have been important.

But, it was her! Her, I tell you! She came from nowhere and yet she had the nerve - the nerve I tell you - to waltz into the scene and knock me right off the podium. Me!

She was a repulsive little . With that fake smile adoring her "perfect" little face - a revolting little thing she was...

I got this idea from reading a manga of a similar plot.