Fashionista (on hold)

Modelling-Part 1

I return to the studio and walk through the reception, thanking Holly the receptionist for telling my mum where I was, and I continue walking down several hallways until I get to two very large very brown doors. I push them open with much disgust as I wonder why my mother would allow such a hideous sight to be seen in her studio. And there, standing on a mannequin, was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. Flowing pink satan that brushes on the floor, with such charisma, and a sequin and gem torso so beautiful, you wonder if it is made of pure diamonds.

"Do. Do. Do I get to wear this?" I stammer, totally lost for words.

"Yes Darling." My mother responds, clearly satisfied with the impression that the dress she designed gave.

"I. I. I don't know what to say"

"Then don't speak, just go with Marcy and she'll fix you up with make-up and hair." She says, summoning Marcy, her personal beautician, over.

It takes near an hour before I am camera ready, and that is the worst hour of my life, I can see the dress through my dressing room window, and it is staring at me calling me over to its beautifully lined fabric. At one point I stand and try to head for the door. But Marcy lightly holds my wrist and places me back in the chair I was originally in, she knows me too well, she has been like part of the family since before I was three.

When I am done, I practically sprint to the dress, in just a strapless bra and underwear, I probably look foolish, but no one in this room cares as they are as into fashion as me. I slip on the dress and feel total tranquility. 'This dress and I will never part', I promise myself. I step on the stage and I know I am beaming form ear to ear.

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Thanks for reading my books guys, if you wouldn't mind helping me I need character ideas for Jed, Marcy, Holly, Mother, and an upcoming camera man who will be in the next chapter.

Thanks xoxo