Blackstone wedding

The professional snapping, I snap occasionally because I am still learning. Although she knows I am good,she refused to tell me because the models only want her to take their pictures and not me.

I took a deep breath and turned the shop's doorknob, walking inside and looking at my boss,who was talking to a model. She spotted me and I stroked my hair back shyly .She talked to the model in a way that l think she is dismissing her, to talk to me.

I gripped the string of my bag and try to walk to my desk when I hear my name.

I walked over to her and put my head down, avoiding her gaze. Please let her not fire me ,I feel like evaporating right now.

"Why are you late?" She asked softly.Wow, this is unusual. She speaks politely for the first time. This is not a good sign.

"I-I was stuck in traffic," I mumbled without looking at her.

"Let this not repeat itself. In the main, time i need your help." She said,looking at her fingers. Why am I not surprised. I look up at her.

"Jason quit this morning without telling me

earlier, so I could make arrangements to

hire a new photographer. He was supposed

to go and take pictures at Blackstone's

wedding today." She stated the Blackstone's

are the most influential family in town, l

heard they don't use a car for too long

because they are just too rich.

"What do you want me to do." I inquired.

"I need you to go there, and replace him." She declared.

"Okay, I will go now," I reply,going to my

desk to put my camera into my bag.

"Don't tell me you are going to look like that? " she stated, looking at my clothes, and I felt embarrassed and intimidated.

"What's wrong with my clothes? I'm not attending the wedding, am I?"I ask,raising a brow.

“You aren't but you don't expect the photographer to look like cow shit." She stated,"So I look like cow shit to her." She

clapped her hands, and the make-up artists ran to us.

"Give her a makeover and maybe let her wear a ball gown." She declared.And the make-up artists dragged me to the dressing room of the models.

"Take, go and put this on." The artist said, handing me a beautiful sparkling silver ball gown with diamonds all over it, and a fur jacket. This clothing is far too expensive for me,I took it from her and she pushed me into the dressing room.

After struggling to put on the dress, l walked out of the dressing room,wearing the dress. Although I felt uncomfortable in it, the dress was too long. AlI the artists fixed their eyes on me.

"You already look great in this dress. Time for the finishing touches." Another one added. And they dragged out a chair for me to sit in front of the mirror. I sat on the chair, staring at my face in the mirror.

Some of the artists were styling my hair,

while others were applying make-up to my

face,and one of them was wearing me a

pair of blue heels. All this for just taking

pictures. Why did Jason have to quit,I was

blinking when they were trying to put

mascara on my eyelashes.

"Don't blink again,okay." One of them stated cleaning the mascara off my face.

I was ready after a million years of makeovers,though my face felt heavy.

They all walked out of the room,leaving me. Are they expecting me to walk out on my own?

I stood up looking at myself in the mirror. I

couldn't recognize myself, I struggle to walk

on the heels and walked out of the

dressing room.

"Wow you look stunning, you should dress

like this more often," Mrs. Jennifer beamed

I ignore her and walked to my desk and carried my bag and realize all the models were staring at me.Am I that beautiful?

"I will be going now," I muttered and Mrs. Jennifer walk to me and held my hand, she put a bunch of dollars in my hand making my jaw drop.

"What's this for?" I asked bluntly although l won't hesitate to take the money.

"It is the extra work you are going to do," she said and I smile widely and put the money in my bag, I walk out of the shop, she was right l didn't sign for house service.

I stopped a cab immediately and the taxi driver looked at me in a rather strange way, rolling his eyes all over my body.

"Where are you going beautiful?" he asked and walked out of the car, he opened the door for me, I have never gotten this kind of treatment from a taxi driver before,sol enter the car and close the door.

"To Blackstone's mansion." I declared and he stepped on the gas.

I was admiring the

beautiful houses,which were decorated

with twinkly lights, and children playing with snowballs,the driver stop the car in front of a very big house which was decorated with twinkly lights and a big Christmas tree at the entrance, It was painted white with golden windows and red carpet at the entrance.

I stepped out of the car and saw a lot of newscasters and reporters at the entrance holding cameras and some were wearing baggy clothes and a van parked at the corner of the house, taking pictures, and a lot of couples walking inside, they were elegantly dressed, I narrowed my eyes at them.I reach into my bag and bring out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the driver and he refuse to take the money. "Don't worry about it miss," he stated trying to drive away.

"No-no I will pay you it's your hard-earned money,I insisted and throw the money into the car before he took off. Although I love money,I can't cheat people.

I walked on the red carpet carrying my bag as the reporters flash their blinding lights all over my body. I walked to the entrance and a man stopped me. I think he is the one asking for an invitation card.

"Miss, what's your name, or may I see your

invitation card?" he inquired, stretching his

hand towards me. I opened my mouth to

say something.