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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 2, 2011 10:56:15 GMT -5
 Tuileries Garden was the chosen place for her photoshoot this time. The chilly air of the autumn cooling her body, and the leaves of the trees gave the place and enchanted look. As a background she had the Louvre and at the other side she could see the arc of triumph. Ila wondered about who she will work with this time, but it wasn’t of much relevance to her work. Her manager flickered around her talking on the phone, makeup artist and the dressers were busy thinking what they will do with her and she was sitting in her chair, with a coffee on her hands looking around. Quite a few people had come to see the shoot, some of them were shouting her name and asking for a picture or an autograph. She sighed, not in the mood of getting up to chat with them so early in the morning. She couldn’t understand how fame work, but she liked to be in the spotlight, she had worked very hard for it. It was lonely though, and she had a lot of enemies, she had to put up a mask in front of people in order to protect herself, and most f them thought she was a bitch.
Her manager came to her and nodded toward the newcomer, Ila assumed it was her photographer of the day. With a sigh she let the coffee on the table and got up to introduce herself and welcome him. He was young, and he was handsome, Ila liked him and hoped his work was as good as she had heard. She had never seen any of his work, but she had heard he had been moving around and was quite requested when he was on town. She was curious about the idea he will have about this shoot, she liked to work with new people. She stopped by his side and extender her hand to him. “I’m Ila, pleased to work with you today.” She said adding a small smile. She was kind of cold towards strangers but she wanted to create a nice work environment if she had to spend god knew how many hours modeling for him. She regretted wearing such light clothes but the weather was so weird during that time of the year, she hugged herself and readjusted her wool cardigan around her. “So what is your idea? The stylist are going crazy about how to dress me and so on...” She looked back at them and sighed. She was so tired and sleepy she just wanted to go back to sleep. --- OUTFIT: hereWORD COUNT: 433 NOTES: too short but I don't know your word count =]
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