Your Star (Vox x reader)

13

Vox became nothing more than a distant memory, my mind being occupied elsewhere as I helped Velvette with a photo shoot the next day. Though I never used to do such things, since my raise, she has been asking me to do many things apart from designing. I don't mind very much since the tasks are nothing complicated.

Along with two stylists, I'm currently preparing the model for the shoot. I brush through her hair with my fingers, ensuring that no strand is out of place before stepping behind the camera. Velvette sits to my right in a tall chair as she eyes the model. "Alright, come on, we don't have all day," she says, snapping her fingers.

The stylists quickly join me where I stand, and the man behind the camera begins to take some photos. I turn my head to the side, glancing around the room due to my relentless boredom. This is the first photoshoot I've ever watched, and in all honesty, I expected it to be a bit more exciting. However, the experience is rather underwhelming. I return my gaze to the model, observing as she switches poses occasionally. It's impressive how naturally she seems to be moving, though I suppose that's a part of the job.

Velvette's voice suddenly cuts off my train of thought. "Hold up. Stop." She hops off her chair and approaches the model, who appears slightly confused at the sudden interruption. The cameraman pauses in his actions as well.

Velvette leans over, looking closely at the lace top the girl wears. A short scoff escapes her mouth as she stands straight. "There's a stain. Lipstick, I believe." Her head spins to the two stylists standing beside me. "You two. Go get this taken care of. Everyone take five."

Instantly, they walk over to the model, leading her to the makeup station in the other room. Velvette rolls her eyes, strolling past me to the table with a selection of food. After a brief debate, I decide to do the same, slowly making my way to where she stands. At first, she doesn't say anything regarding my presence, instead picking up a chocolate and popping it into her mouth. Eventually, she turns to me and speaks. "You remember that secret I told you about the other day?"

I think for a moment, trying to recall what she is referring to. The memory of the angel's head makes its way back to my brain. "Yes, I do," I admit reluctantly. "Why do you ask?"

She sighs with irritation. "I showed it to the others. Of course, as I expected, they think it's too risky to do anything with the info."

I nod to her words, listening with an intrigued ear. "Isn't it something worth looking into, though? I mean, if angels can be killed..."

"Exactly. What more proof do they need than a bloody angel head?" She scoffs. "It's pathetic, really."

"What're you going to do now?" I ask curiously, though now that I said it, I realize she may not even tell me.

She lets out a breathy laugh. "Not play by their wimpy rules, that's for sure. I'll figure something out with Vox and Val. Speaking of, how did it go with Vox the other day?"

I freeze at her question, not having anticipated her asking it. "It was alright," I respond, preferring not to go into detail.

"He didn't overwork you, did he?" She raises a brow.

I shake my head. "No. He just wanted me to go through some emails, actually."

"Emails?" She asks, as if in disbelief. "That's ridiculous. I give him my best assistant for a day, and he makes you go through emails. I'm gonna kill that fucker."

A small laugh slips out of me at her reply, and I fully agree with her statement. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of ridiculous."

Velvette glares toward the set of the photo shoot as she tosses another chocolate into her mouth. "Don't worry, darling, I'll give it to him later." She presses her lips together for a moment before muttering, "Where the hell is my model? We'll chat later, y/n."