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sienna

"and that's a wrap for today guys, i'll see you all tomorrow." bruce weber, the photographer, announced to the room and you could hear a sigh of relief from everyone. it had been a long day.

"great job sienna, the photos look incredible, and you do too" donatella versace (yes the donatella versace) said as she came over to me.

"well it's easy to in clothes like these, they're beautiful"

"you're too hard on yourself sienna, but honestly i do love this season's print"  we continued to small talk until julia beckoned me over to her.

"duty calls" i joked to her  "i'll see you tomorrow"

"yes and we must have dinner soon!"

"of course, i'll have my people talk to your people" i mocked causing us both to laugh. yes, i just made donatella versace laugh!

damn, i'm hilarious

as i walked over to julia, who was standing near wardrobe, i looked around the set, for the last few shots of the day we had come out to this dessert like flat land, it was nearly pitch black as it was so late but we had a later call time the next day so it was fine.

"sienna! you need to get changed right now, at this rate you'll get no sleep" i rolled my eyes at julia's maternal behaviour but quickly went behind the curtain to change back into my slob-clothes. "there are make-up wipes in the car, let's get you back to the hotel.

"okay, let's go i'm exhausted."

"i know but you can sleep on the way- it's a long drive, i still don't understand why you refused to get a closer hotel-"

i tuned out julia's rant, i loved her but she could go on for days. i frantically looked around the set one last time, searching for thing that i desperately wanted but knew wasn't there.

"jules" i softly said, interrupting her.

"yeah sie?" her tone automatically shifted, she knew something was wrong.

"iris didn't come did she? i was wondering if i missed her or something but i didn't, did i? she just didn't come" i kept my head down.

there was a moment where we just walked in silence and that was all i needed to know that my suspicions were correct.  this was one of the first shoots in years that iris hadn't come to. normally, if she couldn't come she'd skype me at some point or at least send me a card or a text, she had never just not turned up before.

we moved to america together when we just 17- just iris, julia and i. i was a rising model and she was (and still is) an author trying to make it big. the only reason our parents allowed us to go was because we were together and by that point i was making just enough money to keep us alive. 

just like she goes to all of my important photo shoots, i read every single draft of hers and go to every single one of her readings- it's a mutual thing. we both get terrified before any of those types of things, to the point where we need the comfort of something from home, we're family and we need each other and i didn't want to believe that she had just not turned up to the one of the most important shoots of my career. i had been left behind after just a few days of her and ashton being together. i loved her and wasn't even that angry but i was hurt.

by this point we were in the car, i couldn't make eye contact with julia or i knew i would burst in to tears, she turned to me and pulled me into a hug.

"shhhh, it's okay. we both know that she wanted to be here i'm sure just got caught up."

"yeah i know" i said softly. "and i know i shouldn't rely on her so much, she won't always be able to come, it's just that she didn't even text me or anything "