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Unexpected Choice
Several people were making preparations in a room full of draping curtains. Faintly, Moreau knew; there would be a photo shoot today. Models were on their way, then later, once the process was complete, they would begin.
There was no denying that she was a little intrigued to observe more. Sometimes would quietly peek in the distance. Asking, what does it look like, and has the model arrived at the destination? Moreau was a little impatient. Quite curious. Could it be fun to be a clothing model? Perhaps it would be like that. There would be a wide variety of fabric stitches, whatever, that she would want to try on—try wearing, then standing in front of the camera to be immortalized in digital images, or if printed on the cover of a magazine... didn't sound too bad either. Moreau snorted faintly. She was creating an overreaching thought, while her instincts would probably say no.Related chapters
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Beyond Moreau's expectations, everything they needed had been carefully prepared. Several camera sets were positioned in various directions. She should not have been surprised, especially when she found a flood of light overhanging the area where the shoot would take place. Sia slowly guided Moreau to stand in one spot while occasionally fixing her loose hair to look more natural. With a light make-up look, she was a little relieved that she wasn't overly transformed. About the wound on the knee. Actually, Moreau had consulted that it would spoil the result a bit. However, Mrs. Smift gave a brilliant solution. The technological development and the editor were ready to take care of the rest. There was still one thing though. Until the first session was about to begin; dressed in semi-revealing fabrics in some parts. Moreau was not told when the male model would arrive at the location. This part was probably not a couple portrait. She was jus
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