Dove
My hands hadn't stopped shaking since I had opened my eyes this morning. I had been dreaming of making it big in America for quite some time. I always knew I wanted to be on the cover of Vogue and Elle magazine. I didn't particularly care if I was a model but I knew that my designs would make me famous.
Now that both were happening I couldn't help the creeping feeling that I was also having a slight imposter syndrome. What if today's photoshoot went bad and all the money and resources used would be for nothing?
Or maybe my angles were terrible and Bucky realized I wasn't as photogenic as they originally thought. Which was impossible since I was always photoshoot ready. You should see my camera roll when I was bored at work and just wanted to flood Bucky's phone with pictures of me.
