Loving You, Always

Chapter 1. The Beautiful Me

Sara sat on the stool behind the table, leaning her body forward. Her right arm folded on the table, and the other hand under her chin using the elbow to prop her head. Facing directly at the big-round camera lens, she smiled, showing a small part of her sparkling white teeth. Her long smooth dark hair was bound in a tight bun, revealing her tempting neck. She was doing a photoshoot for Skin Glow night care so the focus was on her beautiful fair skin.

"Ok. Good job," Phil shouted behind his camera. "One more time. Smile!" he pushed the shutter button once again.

His head poked above his camera. "Lift the face a bit, Sara," he instructed and Sara followed.

"Ok. Good." Phil gave a thumb up. "Thank you, everyone." he clapped twice as a sign that the photo shoot was over.

A beautiful young Chinese woman who was Sara's assistant and also her relative approached her with a warm towel and handed it to her. The warmth calmed her muscles when it touched her skin. She rubbed her face and neck before walking to the dressing room.

"Linda, what is my next schedule?" Sara asked Linda, handing back the towel.

Linda checked her pad, she trailed her finger up and down on the screen. "You will have a photo session with Camilo at six."

Camilo was the fashion brand that was on the trend. The brand lines were mostly in casual outfit and dress. It was her first client and she'd been their model for about two years.

Sara sat on the chair in front of the dressing table. She reached out to the cleansing toner on the vanity and poured on the cotton before smearing it over her face. Fortunately, due to her flawless skin, the makeup artist didn't put thick makeup on hers.

Sara looked at her reflection in the mirror. A blend of Western and Eastern in her DNA made her skin like porcelain. Her mother was from Western China who inherited her light brown eyes. Even though her eyes were not too big, everyone could see the pureness reflected through them. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, a perfect match for her round chin. Her lips were natural.

Because she looked like a cute doll. The agency gave her a nickname as a cute porcelain doll. Honestly, she hated this nickname badly. She thought it was very childish and considered as a body-shaming to her. She'd always complained, but her agency didn't drop.

"There is still enough time. What we should do then?" Sara asked Linda who was massaging her shoulder. They looked at each other over the mirror, exchanging the suggestion in no word. But the answer came from their stomach which growled, crying out to be fed. "I am starving. Let's find some food."

Before they left, Sara came by to Phil's office, who was editing something on his laptop.

"Hey, thank you for today. See you later. Bye."

Phil shifted his attention to Sara, "Em, Sara, I have a project to do. Would you mind to be my model? But...," he hesitated, "but you have to dare to wear more provocative clothes. It's for a mature magazine, you know."

Sara was about to comment when Linda snapped up, "She won't take those jobs."

Phil glanced at Linda for a moment before talking again to Sara, "Yeah, that's too bad, you have a wonderful, sexy body..."

"I said, she won't take those kinds of jobs. Go on looking for your other fucking model!" Lost her patient, Linda roared.

Phil raised his hands as if he gave up. "Wow, ladies, relax. Okay, Sara. But please, think about it."

Linda was about to blow again when Sara cut her and hold her hand. "I will. If you don't have anything to talk about, we will leave. Bye." Sara pulled Linda who still upset with Phil.