Her cell rang before she’d even cro

Her cell rang before she’d even crossed the threshold. Seeing Damien’s number on the screen, she pressed the green button, sank down on the bottom step of the circular staircase, and dashed her tears away. “Damien?”
“The one and only,” he replied. “Did you get Charlie’s photo? The Dior people are over the moon, love.”
“I’m really glad to hear that,” she replied, pressing the heel of her hand against her forehead. “At least one thing’s going right in my life. Everything else is such a mess, I don’t know what to do. Damien, my sister Jordan just called…”
Damien listened patiently as she poured out her troubles. “A real sodding bastard that brother-in-law of yours is. I’ll be happy to make a few calls on Jordan’s behalf.”
“Thanks, Damien.” She drew a steadying breath and tried to sound casual even though she was as nervous as she’d ever been. “How’s it going on the contract front? Have you got any juicy gigs that might help me pay off some of these debts?”
“That’s what I’m calling about. But first, I want to play the devil’s advocate. Do you mind?”
“No—no, of course not.”
“Brave girl,” he replied approvingly. “Okay. You’ve had a nibble of what it’s like to run your family’s farm—the responsibility and the anxiety of knowing the hundred things that can and do go wrong, the endless expenses. Even if you succeed in getting Rosewood out of debt, none of those things are going to disappear. Your lovely horses are still going to get sick. Bills will still pile up on your desk. And you know the cold, hard truth: you won’t have the earning power you have now for too many more years. So here’s my question. Is this really the life you want for yourself? How about coming back to New York? You have friends who love you here.…”
She sniffed as tears filled her eyes again. “Thanks, Damien. I really needed to hear that. I’m so grateful for all you’ve done. But from the get-go you’ve always advised me to look to the future and figure out what I want from life after modeling. I know the answer now. I want to try to keep Rosewood, not only for myself but for my sisters.”
He sighed. “This is my comeuppance for lecturing you girls so much. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by your answer. So here’s a bit of delicious news.”
“You have something?”
“Don’t get too excited, love. This won’t answer all your problems. It might, however, keep the wolves at bay until I can come up with something truly stellar.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll hop on a plane this week. Just let me make sure Jordan’s okay first—”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“What?”
“Like the proverbial mountain, this gig’s coming to you. There was a lovely fete last night with simply everyone in attendance. I ran into Charlie and we were raising our champagne coupes to you and the Dior campaign when Tracy Andrews from Ralph Lauren caught sight of Charlie—the poor chit has an absolutely transparent crush on him. Anyway, she hurried over and launched into this story about how everyone at RL was going mad, scrambling for a new location for an upcoming Vogue shoot. It seems the manse they’d originally green-lighted developed a slew of nightmarish problems—leaking pipes, dripping ceilings, and ruined wallpaper—turning it into something more properly resembling a set for a Tim Burton movie. Well, as I listened, I was struck by nothing less than divine inspiration. I told Tracy that not only did you have this wonderful old place down in Virginia, complete with lots of pretty horses, but that you were presently in residence. Good old Charlie chimed in, saying he’d seen Rosewood himself and that it was fantastic, the real deal. In short, we managed to convince her that your Rosewood would be the perfect backdrop for the blue-blood lifestyle that darling Ralph has been peddling ever since he left the Bronx. I said that if the company was interested, they should ring us.”
“And?”
“I just got off the phone with Tracy. Ralph Lauren is indeed most interested.”
“Oh, my God, Damien, this is so great!”
“It gets greater. Vogue’s jumped on board, too. They want to do a profile of you—a peek into supermodel Margot Radcliffe’s life. Not your usual thing, I know, but what with Project Runway’s success, this tell-all stuff sells lots of copies.”
She didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl. Now, listen. Tracy, Natasha Mills, the ad director, and Simone Porter, Vogue’s fashion editor, want to fly down tomorrow. If they like what they see, we’ll begin negotiations.”
“Damien, thanks so much—”
“No need for thanks, darling. It’ll be terrific fun seeing how much I can squeeze out of the interested parties for the privilege of photographing one of my top models, her home, and her horses. Now, let me ring off so I can flip through my Rolodex for someone with the name of a razor-sharp divorce lawyer.”
Margot pressed the OFF button and had barely a minute to absorb what she’d just agreed to when her cell pealed again.
“Hey, babe, it’s me. You get the photo?”
“Hi, Charlie. Yes, it’s great. Jade oohed and aahed over it. Your target audience approves.”
“I told you your sister’s sharp.”
“Yeah, she is.” She paused. “So, I was just on the phone with Damien.”
“Then you heard about the fun we had last night with Tracy. Sweet kid.”
“Heard she’s sweet on you, too.”
“Looks like it,” Charlie said happily. “Tracy ended up doing me a little favor in the bargain. She must have dropped my name to Simone Porter because Vogue called to ask if I’d be interested in photographing you for their profile. That wasn’t bs when I told Tracy how amazing that old house of yours is. You and I could have a blast and create some really powerful, dramatic pictures. What do you say, babe?”
Having Charlie at Rosewood was about the worst thing that could happen for her relationship with Travis. But she wasn’t about to reveal that his presence might make things difficult. Charlie was her friend. And if that weren’t reason enough, she owed him for his constant professional help and support.
“I told Damien I’d do the profile but I wasn’t too happy about it. Knowing you’ll be behind the camera makes all the difference, Charlie.”
“All right! Damn, this is going to be great. I’ll call Tracy and sweet-talk her into flying Keisha and me down with her tomorrow. I miss your face, babe. See you.”
“See you, Charlie.”
Margot rose from her seat on the stairs and swayed. When had she last eaten? Not since breakfast. The memory of the meal she’d cooked with Travis made her recall everything else they’d shared. The incendiary passion when they’d made love, the sweet closeness when they’d talked.
All the same, she had failed to tell him the two most important things in her heart: that she loved him and Rosewood, and that she was desperately afraid of losing them both. Now, were she to reveal the critical financial situation her father had left them in, would he believe her when she told him she loved him? Or would he think she had been using him this entire time to keep him working at Rosewood and thus preserve its standing among the buyers in the horse world?
And when he heard that as early as tomorrow, the fashion world—Charlie Ayer included—which he so disdained and disliked, would be descending on Rosewood, what would he think of her then?
She should tell him everything and put her heart on the line.
But while she was afraid of losing Rosewood, the thought of Travis spurning her was even more terrifying. His rejection had devastated her once. As deeply in love with him as she was, she wasn't sure she could survive it a second time.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Sel berdering sebelum ia bahkan telah melewati ambang pintu. Melihat nomor Damien pada layar, ia menekan tombol hijau, tenggelam ke bawah pada bagian bawah langkah tangga melingkar, dan berlari matanya pergi. "Damien?""Satu dan hanya," Dia menjawab. "Apakah Anda mendapatkan Charlie's foto? Dior orang adalah selama bulan cinta.""Saya benar-benar senang mendengar bahwa," Dia menjawab, menekan tumit tangannya terhadap dahinya. "Setidaknya satu hal akan tepat dalam hidupku. Segala sesuatu yang lain adalah seperti berantakan, aku tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan. Damien, Jordan adik saya hanya disebut..."Damien mendengarkan dengan sabar ketika dia mencurahkan masalah nya. "Real sodding bajingan ipar yang Anda adalah. Aku akan senang untuk membuat beberapa panggilan atas nama Jordan's.""Terima kasih, Damien." Dia menarik napas steadying dan mencoba untuk suara kasual meskipun dia gugup karena dia pernah. "Bagaimana itu terjadi di depan kontrak? Apakah Anda punya setiap pertunjukan juicy yang mungkin bisa membantu saya membayar sebagian dari utang-utang ini?""Itu adalah apa yang saya memanggil tentang. Tapi pertama-tama, saya ingin bermain setan 's advokat. Apakah Anda keberatan?""Tidak-tidak, tentu saja tidak.""Gadis pemberani," Dia menjawab pengecam. "Oke. Anda sudah menggigit dari apa itu menjalankan peternakan keluarga Anda — tanggung jawab dan kecemasan mengetahui seratus hal-hal yang dapat dan pergi salah, biaya yang tak ada habisnya. Bahkan jika Anda berhasil mendapatkan Rosewood keluar dari utang, tak satu pun dari hal-hal itu akan menghilang. Kuda indah Anda masih akan mendapatkan sakit. Tagihan akan masih menumpuk di meja Anda. Dan Anda tahu kebenaran dingin, keras: Anda tidak akan memiliki kekuatan penghasilan yang Anda miliki sekarang terlalu banyak tahun lagi. Jadi, inilah pertanyaan saya. Apakah ini benar-benar hidup yang Anda inginkan untuk diri sendiri? Bagaimana datang kembali ke New York? Anda memiliki teman yang cinta padamu di sini..."Ia mengendus seperti air mata memenuhi matanya lagi. "Terima kasih, Damien. Aku benar-benar diperlukan untuk mendengarnya. Saya sangat bersyukur untuk semua yang telah Anda lakukan. Tapi dari mendapatkan-pergi Anda selalu telah menyarankan saya untuk melihat masa depan dan mencari tahu apa yang saya inginkan dari hidup setelah pemodelan. Aku tahu jawaban sekarang. Saya ingin mencoba untuk menjaga Rosewood, tidak hanya untuk diriku sendiri, tetapi untuk Suster saya."Dia menghela napas. "Ini adalah saya comeuppance untuk mengajar kalian begitu banyak. Yah, aku tidak bisa mengatakan saya terkejut oleh jawaban Anda. Jadi di sini adalah sedikit lezat berita.""Anda punya sesuatu?""Tidak terlalu bersemangat, cinta. Ini tidak akan menjawab semua masalah Anda. Itu mungkin, namun, menjaga serigala di Teluk sampai saya bisa datang dengan sesuatu yang sungguh bintang. ""Apa pun yang, saya akan naik pesawat minggu ini. Biarkan saya pastikan Jordan's Oke pertama — ""Bahwa tidak akan diperlukan.""Apa?""Seperti pepatah gunung, pertunjukan ini datang kepada Anda. Ada Festival yang indah tadi malam dengan hanya semua orang yang hadir. Aku berlari ke Charlie dan kami mengangkat coupes kami sampanye untuk Anda dan kampanye Dior ketika Tracy Andrews dari Ralph Lauren tertangkap mata Charlie — chit miskin telah benar-benar transparan naksir dia.. Pokoknya, dia cepat-cepat menyeberang dan diluncurkan ke cerita tentang bagaimana semua orang di RL akan marah, berjuang untuk lokasi baru untuk menembak Vogue mendatang. Tampaknya manse mereka telah awalnya hijau terang dikembangkan membunuh seorang dari permasalahan mimpi buruk-bocor pipa, langit-langit menetes dan hancur wallpaper — mengubahnya menjadi sesuatu yang lebih benar menyerupai satu set untuk film Tim Burton. Yah, seperti yang saya mendengarkan, aku terpana oleh tidak kurang dari inspirasi ilahi. Kataku Tracy bahwa tidak hanya Apakah Anda memiliki tempat tua indah ini turun di Virginia, lengkap dengan banyak kuda cantik, tetapi bahwa Anda berada di saat ini di residence. Baik tua Charlie menimpali, mengatakan dia telah melihat Rosewood sendiri dan itu fantastis, real deal. Singkatnya, kami berhasil meyakinkan dia bahwa Rosewood Anda akan menjadi latar sempurna bagi biru-darah gaya hidup yang sayang Ralph telah menjajakan sejak ia meninggalkan Bronx. Aku berkata bahwa jika perusahaan tertarik, mereka harus berdering kita.""Dan?""Aku baru saja telepon dengan Tracy. Ralph Lauren memang paling tertarik.""Oh, Tuhan, Damien, ini begitu besar!""Itu akan lebih besar. Vogue yang melompat di kapal, terlalu. Mereka ingin lakukan profil Anda — mengintip ke dalam kehidupan supermodel Margot Radcliffe. Bukan hal biasa, aku tahu, tapi apa keberhasilan Project Runway, kirim-semua hal ini menjual banyak eksemplar."Dia bahkan tidak ragu. "Aku akan melakukannya.""Itu adalah gadis saya. Sekarang, dengarkan. Tracy, Natasha Mills, Direktur iklan, dan Simone Porter, Vogue mode editor, ingin terbang besok. Jika mereka menyukai apa yang mereka lihat, kami akan mulai negosiasi.""Damien, terima kasih banyak""Tidak perlu untuk terima kasih, sayang. Ini akan menjadi sangat menyenangkan melihat berapa banyak aku dapat memeras dari pihak yang berkepentingan untuk hak untuk memotret salah satu top model, rumahnya dan kuda. Sekarang, izinkan saya berdering sehingga saya dapat membalik Rolodex saya untuk seseorang dengan nama pengacara perceraian tajam. "Margot menekan tombol OFF dan telah hampir satu menit untuk menyerap apa dia hanya telah setuju untuk ketika sel pealed lagi."Hei, babe, it's me. Anda mendapatkan foto?""Hai, Charlie. Ya, itu besar. Jade berseru dan aahed lebih dari itu. Audiens target Anda menyetujui.""Saya mengatakan Anda Anda sister tajam.""Ya, ia adalah." Dia berhenti. "Jadi, aku adalah hanya pada telepon dengan Damien.""Kemudian Anda mendengar tentang menyenangkan kami memiliki malam terakhir dengan Tracy. Manis anak.""Mendengar dia adalah manis pada Anda, juga."“Looks like it,” Charlie said happily. “Tracy ended up doing me a little favor in the bargain. She must have dropped my name to Simone Porter because Vogue called to ask if I’d be interested in photographing you for their profile. That wasn’t bs when I told Tracy how amazing that old house of yours is. You and I could have a blast and create some really powerful, dramatic pictures. What do you say, babe?”Having Charlie at Rosewood was about the worst thing that could happen for her relationship with Travis. But she wasn’t about to reveal that his presence might make things difficult. Charlie was her friend. And if that weren’t reason enough, she owed him for his constant professional help and support.“I told Damien I’d do the profile but I wasn’t too happy about it. Knowing you’ll be behind the camera makes all the difference, Charlie.”“All right! Damn, this is going to be great. I’ll call Tracy and sweet-talk her into flying Keisha and me down with her tomorrow. I miss your face, babe. See you.”“See you, Charlie.”Margot rose from her seat on the stairs and swayed. When had she last eaten? Not since breakfast. The memory of the meal she’d cooked with Travis made her recall everything else they’d shared. The incendiary passion when they’d made love, the sweet closeness when they’d talked.All the same, she had failed to tell him the two most important things in her heart: that she loved him and Rosewood, and that she was desperately afraid of losing them both. Now, were she to reveal the critical financial situation her father had left them in, would he believe her when she told him she loved him? Or would he think she had been using him this entire time to keep him working at Rosewood and thus preserve its standing among the buyers in the horse world?And when he heard that as early as tomorrow, the fashion world—Charlie Ayer included—which he so disdained and disliked, would be descending on Rosewood, what would he think of her then?She should tell him everything and put her heart on the line.But while she was afraid of losing Rosewood, the thought of Travis spurning her was even more terrifying. His rejection had devastated her once. As deeply in love with him as she was, she wasn't sure she could survive it a second time.