𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

"Move your head to the right a little more!" The photographer instructed the brunette girl who obeyed his orders without questioning why.

Modelling was all about angles and most of the time, photoshop so Eleanora simply did whatever she was asked to do so that she could earn her living.

"No!" Rufus yelled as he watched the brunette move her head in a way that he didn't want. Rufus was picky. His clients reflected him as an agent and so he was determined to make sure that everything about every one of his clients was perfect, even if it meant slowly destroying them in the process.

"Like this, Eleanora and for goodness sake, suck your stomach in would you? Nobody needs to see that you actually eat." Rufus' hand slapped the girl's stomach and she immediately felt bad for even contemplating having a salad for her lunch. Eleanora made the decision that she would not be eating the leafy greens and instead decided that she would starve herself, hoping that it would be good enough but of course, it wasn't.

"Okay, let's have an outfit change!" The photographer shouted, completely ignoring the body shaming that had just happened in front of him. He was unfazed, having it seen so often that he switched off.

Eleanora trudged towards the corner of the room that contained a whole rail rack of clothes and outfits especially for her. The clothes were always more adventurous on photoshoots than what she would usually wear and sometimes she loved it but when she was in a low mood, which happened to be most of the time now, she hated it.

"How about this?" The wardrobe designer who Eleanora had learned was named Harriet, questioned.

"If you think so." The brunette girl shrugged her shoulders, already undressing in preparation for her costume change.

The atmosphere at Eleanora's photoshoots were always tense. Rufus observed her every move intently, looking out for any mistakes that she made. it put the girl on edge because as much as she hated her manager, he scared her. He held so much power over her and if Eleanora were to do something to piss him off, he could drop her and make sure that she never got another modelling gig again.

"Wow, you look amazing!" Harriet fussed over the model, flattening certain parts of her dress and adjusting her headband ever so slightly to make sure that it wasn't crooked.

"Thank you." The brunette girl had no idea how to respond to the compliment. Despite being a model and having to look good to make a living, Eleanora was constantly criticised. She always listened to the criticism over the compliments because it was the criticism that would help her to improve. Why strive for mediocrity when you could have perfection?

"Eleanora! We're waiting!" The loud voice of Rufus Caswell yelled throughout the studio and the brunette let out a sigh. She tried to brace herself for whatever could happen next on set because it could be ugly.

Eleanora posed in whatever way she was told to, plastering a fake smile and various other expressions onto her face in order to get through the shoot.