A/N: I keep changing the title of this story because I don't know if it sounded good or not. And now I'm just gonna leave it like it is. Isn't Carmella a pretty name? I tried to make a name for her that sounded Italian, because the Cena family is Italian, so I named her Carmella from "The Sopranos".
John and Carmella drove to the 2SEXXXY building. Carmella was getting ready to pay the shoot with her brother's money. They parked the car and walked into the building.
"Thank you again for the loan, Johnnie."
"Don't worry about it."
"I'll pay you back."
"You don't have to."
"No, I want to. I hate when people help me out, but I don't return the favor. So I'll pay you even if you do say no."
Knowing good and well that his sister wouldn't give up, he gave up and decided to let her pay him. After all, she is an adult now. The two walked to the receptionist's office. The receptionist was busy clicking away at her keyboard. She looked up and saw them.
"Can I help you?" asked the reception.
"Yes you can. I'm here to pay the entrance fee to be in the Armani shoot."
"You know the entrance fee costs five thousand dollars?"
Carmella looked at her brother and said "Do I know the entrance fee costs five thousands dollar?" mocked Carmella. The two scoffed and laughed. She reached into her purse and pulled out fifty, straight one hundred dollar bills. The receptionist took the money and counted it. She handed Carmella a form to fill out. She filled out the form and gave it to the receptionist.
"You'll have to be here tomorrow at 8:00 a.m."
"No problem." Carmella said.
The next morning, she went to the photo shoot. She wore glamorous gowns and suits that she wished she could own. She looked at the five other girls and watched how they posed and their facial expression. After the photo shoot, the photographer paid the models and asked for them to see how they did on the shoot. There was hundreds and hundred of photos developed. Carmella saw herself. She picked hers up and admired it. She knew she was born to do this.
"You all did a good job on the shoot," said the photographer. "since you all did good on your shoots everyone of you is going to walk the catwalk for the Armani fashion show in New York."
All the girls screamed, cheered, gave hugs and kisses.
"But…" the photographer said.
"But? But what?" asked Carmella anxiously.
"We can't go to the fashion, unless we have another person onboard. If you know another model who will be able to model with us, let us know."
After the photographer's announcement, Carmella went up to the photographer and told him who could come with them to the fashion show. After a hard day at work, she left for her apartment. She opened up the door and sees her brother.
"How was the photo shoot?" asked John.
"It was good. Do you remember when I said I'll return the favor?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, it's payback time."
"That fast? Well, give me my money and I'll be out of here for my show."
"It's not money."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a chance for you to model for Armani!" she shrieked.
"What! No I ain't."
"Aw…come on. You're not going to wear dresses. Just suits. Please?" She looked at him with her puppy dog eyes.
A/N: An offer no girl can refuse. In this case, John isn't a girl. So he might take Carmella's offer. Oh no! What'll happen?
