"Mia try putting one hand on your hip...perfect!" 
The sound of shuttering cameras filled the air with people bustling in and out of the studio. This was her 5th photo shoot for the magazine "Perfect Looks" but she has yet to perfect her own style. After a few more shots they wrapped up for the day and Mia headed back to her dressing room to gather her stuff. It was 6:20, the class that she saw an advertisement for the other day was going to start soon. She was a bit embarrassed for even thinking about going but if she was going to reinvent herself she had to learn not to be a "heartbreaker". One of the many labels that was branded on her in high school. She had heard of this "Ms. Diane" before, but only in rumors. Some say that she controls half of New York, others say that she's a widow of an eccentric billionaire. Either way, her name carries a lot of weight so everyone wonders why she teaches relationship and romance counsel classes. 
One of the other models from the company knocks on the door of the dressing room, 
"Hey Mia some of us are going out to eat you want to come?" 
Mia has only been here for 4 months but she has barely held a conversation with any of the other models due to her busy schedule with college. 
"Uh, no thanks I actually have something to attend to in a bit." Mia felt unsure of herself, she could go and socialize with other people but for some reason, she felt as if she had to go to this class. 
There was no response instead there were footsteps going away from the door and some other voices can be heard in the hallway, 
"If she doesn't want to be friends with us she could just not make up some lame excuses."
"Yeah, she's such a b*tch sometimes, I heard she was a delinquent in high school."
The conversation continued to fade as they kept on badmouthing her. It didn't affect her though, she was used to people talking about her like that. She left the studio and made her way to this "Love-Cafe" hoping it will be the solution to her image and relationship problems.