Description:A Model’s Life
“I would die, just die, for these cheekbones, darling.” The
stylist’s enthusiasm gushed through his aura as much as it emerged from
his mouth, his perfect set of veneered white teeth as flawless as his
own makeup, hair and carefully selected hipster casual button up, vest
and dark wash jeans, the single gold earring in his right ear flashing
with a well-sized diamond accent. “Honestly, and these eyelashes.” He’d
already finished applying a thin layer of mascara, discarding the
false set someone else had handed to him while I fought my amu*****t,
observing my transformation in the brightly lit interior of the white
tent where a collection of other locals—all of us recruited for this
interesting activity of what amounted to being background props for the
“real” models—chattered in their own excitement while trying on items
from the racks of clothing assembled behind me. “Girl, how old did you
say you were? Twenty-four?”
I allowed myself a grin at last, knowing Valiant Oslo was only being
sweet—much as his heavily dosed cologne. He batted his own false
lashes at me, the liner he wore so flawless I had to imagine it was
somehow applied without a human hand behind it. “Forty, and thank you
for the compliment.”
When Georgia agreed to join her young neighbor, Holly Henry, as
background for a pro photo shoot, she wasn’t expecting to have to trade
her glamorous dress for a pair of gloves when one of the crew on the
set dies during the session. With the victim’s nasty personality
creating multiple suspects, Georgia discovers beautiful photos can hide
ugly secrets.