𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, olive

❝ my 'give a fucks' are on vacation. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I sit in the high chair, the bright lights illuminating every corner of the dressing room. Another day, another photoshoot.

Stylists buzz around me, adjusting their tools, ready to transform me. I'm used to this routine. It's just been so long though.

The lead stylist starts with my hair, her fingers running through it, deciding on the perfect style. I feel the gentle tug and pull as she works, creating soft waves that frame my face.

I glance at the racks of clothes in the mirror, each outfit being designed by the one and only Isabel González, my best friend ladies and gentlemen.

I pull out my phone and start scrolling through my messages and social media. I text Isa to see if she's coming in for the shoot too or if her turn is scheduled at another time.

The makeup artist approaches next, her palette of colors ready. I close my eyes, feeling the brush stroke on my eyelids,

When I finally open my eyes, I barely glance at the mirror. Glamorous, confident, ready to face the camera.

The wardrobe stylist hands me the first outfit. It's a stunning two piece outfit, a skirt and its top. I slip into it.

The stylist adjusts the hem, ensuring every detail is flawless. I take a deep breath, steadying myself.

I walk onto the set, the backdrop a beautiful, colorful background. Just kidding. It's all white, as always.

As I take my steps in, I can feel the people's talking turn into whispers. Some completely shut up as they are too scared of little old me.

I spot Roberto and let out some kind of sigh in my head. Oh God it feels good to be back. He turns around in his chair after one of his assistants points to me.

He's so delighted to see me, he steps down of his chair. Roberto never leaves the chair, it's his baby. He must be genuinely happy.

"Finally, my best model!" He exclaims, his rich Spanish accent distinguished.

"My best director!" I compliment, chuckling. I genuinely think so, or else I wouldn't have told him.

As we close the distance between us, he embraces me in a hug. He's the only employee I would ever hug. This man is a softness to mankind, he's adorable.

We pull away and he starts catching me up on our schedule for today's session. Simple shoots for today, I've got multiple outfits to take only myself and just a couple ones near the end with other models.

We don't waste anymore time as all our times are precious, and get to it.

Roberto, along with the help of photographers, give me directions through gestures, guiding my poses. Chin up, eyes to the left, a little more relaxed. I follow their instructions with practiced ease.

I move with the flow, each click of the camera capturing a different facet of me. I go through the outfits pretty quickly, spending a maximum of twenty minutes on each which is honestly a record with Roberto as director.

I go back to the dressing room to change into the new outfit. A stylist hands me out a ribbon strapped satin white dress.

She informs me that a new model will be joining me on this one with a same version of the dress, colored in black.

I nod, understandingly, I'm used to working with every kind of people and I am very professional. I can execute this next one just as easily as the previous ones.