[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 86: Stop Crying Your Heart Out

June's point of view

As I was sitting on the chair with a man and a woman around me who were doing my hair and make up, I became real nervous, and played with my fingers. I took a glance down, and played with the silver band around my finger: the promise ring Michael offered me. I remembered what he told me when he gave it to me. He promised me he won't ever hurt me again, but he did. I know I'm not good at keeping promises either, though. Like I said, we kept hurting each other, and that's not healthy. I was sure that being away would be a good thing. Being away allowed me to get my ideas clear about all of this. I didn't doubt of my feelings towards him though. That I was sure about. I loved Michael, and probably always will because he is the love of my life. He's the only person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"All done!" the man cheered with a strong french accent in his voice. "You look splendid, sweetheart!" he complimented me, and I think I blushed.

"And I'm done too," the make up artist cheered just a few seconds after the hairdresser. "Wanna see the result?" she asked me, excited.

"Of course," I smiled. She smiled back, and both of them turned my chair in front of the giant miror, and I met the reflection of myself in the mirror. I covered my mouth in shock. I was beautiful, honestly. Even if I ddidn't like to compliment myself, I had to. The make up and the hair were just wonderfully done. I had black smokey eyes, with some black eye-liner, some red liptick, and my hair was done in a loose side bun with a few strands of hair which fell on my forehead. Ir eally liked what I was seeing in the mirror. Honestly.

As I thanked both of the artists who did this masterpiece of myself, I left and put on the black and white dress and jewerly Karl asked me to put for the photoshoot. It was amazing. It was a kind of tight office-style split dress. I put on some matching black and white high heels I was given, and finally left the room where I was so I could change. Karl was waiting for me outside, and at the second he saw me, he took his sunglasses off - which was shocking at first because I never saw him without them - and a huge smile spread across his face. He was visibly delighted by the sight of me. He walked closer to me and extended his hand to me. I put my hand in his gloved one, and he spinned me around.

"Perfect," he whispered, smiling from ear to ear. "I knew it."

"Thank you, sir," I shyly said, blushing.

"Come with me," he said, dragging me by my hand to some place.

I followed him, and soon enough we arrived in one of the hotel suites of the hotel we were in. There was no particular setting, but a whole photographer team was there to welcome me. I shook hands with all of them, and introduced myself. Karl explained me on the way he wanted the photos to be. He wanted it to be classy, but sexy at the same time. He also explained me that I should be natural, not too much, and not to look at the photographer. I needed to be myself.

I went in front of the photographer, and he asked me to lean on the table whch stood just next to me, and to look away, at the distance. He also advised me to cross my ankles so we can see the shoes. I rested my left hand on my left hip, and looked into the distance.

"Ma chérie, you need to relax!" the photographer, who was visibly French as well, told me, grinning. "Just relax, don't think about all those people around you. Just focus on yourself."

I nodded my head, and relaxed a bit. After a couple photos, I felt more relaxed, and began to get into it. I found myself posing like a real model, and I relialized the task was not as hard as I thought it would be.

The photogrpaher asked me to sit on the table which was next to me, and to cross my legs so we can be able to take a good look at them. According to him, I have such beautiful legs, and it would have been a shame not to let the world enjoy it. I cringed a bit a this words because I understood that I would be exposed all around the world: in Europe, in the States, in Asia... Everywhere.