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Hi, my name is Darcy
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 | Everyone Knows My Name {4} |
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| Created: 2007-03-26 04:34:10 |
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Chapter 4
“Tilt it a bit to the left, Darcy…a little more….a bit more….perfect! Now, hold…very…still…” A light bulb flashed at my eyes, but I didn’t blink; I’m used to the light now. Behind the continuous flash, I could see Jules staring focused at me, whilst Ned and Vinny grinned mockingly at me. I moved my hands to sit on my waist, cocked my head, and pursed my lips just a fraction. I heard the click of the camera stop, slowly moved out of my pose, realising with a jolt I now had cramp in my leg!
“Right that’s the hallway done, d’you want to go and choose your next outfit while we set up in the garden, ok?” Lance Benton, the photographer in charge of the photoshoot today. I nodded, smiling graciously, and walked away from the front door, and over to Jules, who handed me my jumper, which I put on, gratefully.
“Come on, let’s get your next outfit on,” she said, smiling, as she led me up the steps as the magazine mob gathered themselves up in the hall. We walked along the corridor of my wing, past the bar, the gym, the beauty parlour, to the end door to my walk-in wardrobe. She held open the door for me, and I walked through, to be set upon at once by two make-up artists, Paulo Guccini, my hair stylist, and three fashion advisors, all pulling at either my hair, my face and my clothes!
“Look, can I choose my next outfit?!” I pleaded to Stella, one of my fashion advisors, as she began to unzip my purple dress at lightening speed. At this, all six of them leapt back, standing to attention as though if they didn’t, it would be on their heads! This made me laugh quite hard! “At ease, guys!” I sniggered, moving to the rack of clothes by the large french windows at the end of the room. I glanced out as I routled through the clothes infront of me, and stopped. I could see into the garden where the crew were setting up, and past that, to where the groundsmen were slaving away in the hot sun. And in the middle of them stood Max. The work he’d been doing was obviously having its effect on him, since his t-shirt was off and tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. There was just something about him, that made my knees start to just buckle up underneath me. And hard as I tried, I just couldn't stop thinking about him.... |
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