Thwaites & Thompson

Don't tickle the bull

Thompson

"So umm-I uploaded these two..." I hand Madonna my phone and she chuckles before shaking her head at me in amusement.

"I'll follow a few people for you to stalk and learn from."
"They're quite remarkable models who have a great number of followers."
"I want you to keep an eye on what they post, when, and what captions do they use, but I also want you to stand out."
"You have to be creative about your page." She speaks and I nod at her before the makeup artist asks me to shut my eyes and tilt my head backwards.

I felt like a bride getting all pampered and groomed up.

What kind of job is this?
I almost smiled but then I remembered I had to keep a straight face for the makeup artist.

"You need to drink alot of water."
"And get a minimum of seven hours sleep and a maximum of nine if your day was tough."
"And of course, multivitamins, detox, sport, etcetera." She speaks and I open my eyes but she shakes her head for me to shut it back up.

So I nod blindly.

I suddenly felt very insecure about my skin. Was it bad?
What made her say that? Or was it just a random advice?

"All done." She announces and I slowly tilt my head back up and freeze when I see my reflection in the mirror.

Wow!
Holy cow I looked good!
My face was glowing.
Perfect eye makeup, perfect contouring, perfect lip color and blush, just perfect.
I took my own breath away!

"You've got A-plus eyebrows I must say."
"Never mess with their thickness." She warns me and I smile at her.

"So, do you like the makeup?" She asks and I chuckle, nodding eagerly.

"It's perfect."
"Thank you." I smile and she grins at me.
She was a woman in her forties. She had a slightly grim face, but her smile was genuine.

"Damn girl!" Madonna nods approvingly and I chuckle.

"Hurry up, get dressed so we can get those pins out of your hair and style it." She waves for me to follow her into the closet room.

My phone rings and I pick up when I read Adam's name on the screen.

"Hey Adam." I speak.

"Hey. Tess-your key is here." He cuts right to the chase.

I instantly face palm.

"Where-where did I leave it?" I ask.

"In the keyhole." He retorts.

"When are you coming back home?" He asks.

"Umm, late."
"Real late I guess." I scratch my cheek worriedly.

"How?" He asks and I frown a little.

"I don't really know-why? Are you guys leaving the place?" I ask.

"Nala is staying over at her friend's."
"And I'm going to stay out late." His tone was slightly impatient.

"I can find somewhere to stay, it's okay." I gulped.

"No..."
"Look Tess-just call me when you're done, I'll pick you up from wherever you are and we'll get back home together." He speaks and my heart beats harder.

"Okay..." I nod unsurely and he soon concludes the call.

"Tess, come on! Our ride is downstairs." Madonna and Annie wave for me and I instantly hurry to where they stood.

I was dressed in really fancy tiger print high heels, a marvelous short black dress with intricately cut out sleeves that stopped right at the elbows and beautiful stuck-on black ruffles from the back that slightly shimmered in silk. I never understood the idea that came to the designer when he or she made this dress but it was definetly a piece of art.