Chapter 9: La vie est belle

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Picture of Teegan (AnnaSophia Robb) on the side! :)

Groaning, I reached up towards the sky, stretching my aching back. “Arrrgh!”

“Geez, you sure you’re okay?” Ryker frowned as I ate my cereal on a sunny saturday morning.

“Course I am,” I grinned through a mouthful of Raisin Bran, milk dribbling my chin. “Just a little sore from mopping the gym floor last night.”

Ryker grimaced as the milk slid down my mouth. “Very lady like Teeg, I can see why Chandler likes you.”

I laughed, wiping away the milk with a napkin and hopping off the stool.

“Totally. So what’s the plan for today?”

Ryker quickly ruffled through a pile of papers and pulled out a sheet.

“Alright after lunch you have a fitting followed by a photo shoot. Afterwards you and Chandler are attending an awards banquet for his new movie.”

I nodded as he continued. “Then the next day, you have a Sunday brunch with Landon Copley followed by a recording session in his office. The remainder of the day has been allotted for you to finish homework and focus on your studies.”

Ryker handed me the paper, “Sound good?”

The fitting flew by like a breeze, it was decided that I’d sport a long, backless Dolce & Gabbana classic that matched Chandler’s turquoise tie. My blonde hair was loftily piled into a soft crown on the top of my head and my nails were a glittery white.

“Turn,” my mom commanded as I exited the dressing room.

Ryker nodded in approval, “Looks good, let’s go, photo time.”

The blinding lights luminously flashed while I smiled for the camera, daintily placing a hand on my hip or throwing them over my head. 

But my mind was somewhere else.

“Beautiful!” The frenchman exclaimed as he snapped away. “Smile more!”

I quickly exhaled and smiled, my cheeks slightly quivering from exhaustion.

“Wonderful!” Jaq smiled while I was sipping my glass of ice cold water after we were done.

“You are wonderful Miss Hastings! A natural on camera!”

I blushed, “Thank you Mr. Dumas but-”

“Please,” he shook his head, “Call me Jaq.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

“You know what I noticed?” he asked in a heavy french accent as he examined a croissant on the snack table.

I shook my head.

“You weren’t very passionate today.”

I opened my mouth to object but he continued.

“I’ve seen you preform Teegan, I’ve seen your other pictures, your eyes light up when you’re passionate! Today, they looked sad, they looked dead.”

I frowned, I didn’t think I looked that depressing.

“What is wrong?” Jaq pressed. “You seem off.”

I quickly walked away, I was not in the mood to spill my guts to a complete stranger I just met. “Nothing Mr. Dumas, I’m dandy. Thanks for the photos and see you at the dinner tonight.”

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