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P.O.V Angelina
The weekend went past really fast, and I already miss my niece, but now it's business.
Viktor sent me everything, all the details and even my schedule. Today I have a photo shoot for a magazine cover, tomorrow I have a photo shoot for the billboards and so on, I was booked for the whole week. I guess that's what I get for having Viktor as my employer.
He always finds a way to get the best jobs for me and always full my schedule.
As I stood outside the studio, my heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what awaited me inside. The pressure to go in was strong, even though part of me resisted.
Fuck Viktor, you could've hired me as a car washer or something. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and stepped through the studio doors, ready to face whatever came my way.
As I stepped into the hall studio, the room opens up before me, revealing a spacious area filled with natural light streaming in through large windows.
People rushed past with clothing in hand and cameras.
"Angelina, isn't it?" I heard a voice say from behind me.
When I turned around a saw a tall woman. She has a striking presence, exuding elegance and confidence. Her dark locs cascades down her back, framing her face with a touch of mystery.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Destiny, and I'm your assistant." She said holding out her hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you." I replied shaking her hand.
"Ok, follow me." She said, and started shouting orders to people around her, then led me to a flight of stairs.
At the top of the stairs, a dimly lit corridor stretched out before me, lined with closed doors. My curiosity piqued, and I cautiously approached the nearest door. Pushing it open, I found myself in a room filled with antique furniture, dusty books scattered around, and a faint smell of lavender lingering in the air.
"I know it might seem a bit creepy but trust me, it's fine." She said nudging my shoulder, "Right, this is where you start."
Destiny opened a door to her left and pushed it open.
Peeking my head inside, I'm greeted by the sight of these massive cameras staring back at me, their lenses gleaming like curious eyes. There is a big green screen in the background and lots of clothing racks.
"Angelina sit here." Destiny pulled me onto a nearby chair, "Kevin!" She shouted.
Then a guy came rushing through all the mess, "I'm here."
"Kevin this is Angelina, Angelina this is Kevin, he is your personal designer and makeup artist."
He's got his hair slick back and those stylish glasses perched on his nose, he's a walking fashion statement.
"Okay, let's get into your hair and makeup, yes? We're a little behind."
For about ten minutes, they shuffled me from hair and makeup and Kevin picked out an outfit for me.
I'm fine I can do this.
"You look... perfect." Destiny said when she walked back into the room.
I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the sight before me. I looked so different. The era-inspired outfit hugs my frame perfectly, the colors vibrant and the fabric exquisite.
My makeup is flawlessly done, enhancing my features just right. The clothes, the makeup, everything is on point, and I can't help but feel like a star in my own little fashion world.
"Okay, okay stand over here."
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We spent hours trying to get the perfect picture, since it was my first time Destiny helped me with the poses and direction I had to face and eventually I got use to it.
"How did it go?" Vikor asked.
He'd tell me to call him after so I did, besides I probably would've called him either way.
"It was fine, though I felt like a walking Barbie." I laughed.
"Great, well I guess we'll be seeing you on a magazine tomorrow."
I guess so.
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