Sophie has won a prize. It’s hard to believe, but she’s won a photo contest. I mean: a picture of her has won the contest.
Not that I’m jealous, oh no. My picture has been published in an earlier edition of that magazine. Sophie was so jealous that her picture hadn’t been published that she ordered the human to make a photo shoot of her. And now she’s got what she wants. Because she doesn’t know what it means to be a model, I offered to be her manager. Somebody has to take care of her business, she is so naief.