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“What should we change, Mr. Reeves?” Josephine asked politely.
Toto didn’t answer, but he came to stand before me. He was five feet tall with blue hair and wearing a white embroidered kurta. He sneered as he stared me down. “You’re the brat intern who threw her bottle out of the pram to force her way onto the set.”
I squared my shoulders. “I was scheduled to work, so I came—”
“You pushed. So you’re here to work, you work,” he snapped.
I opened my mouth to speak again, but Josephine elbowed me, and I knew she wanted me to remain quiet.
“No special treatments, intern,” he mocked, then turned to Josephine. “Put her on the trailer and out of my sight for the rest of the shoot. And why are you standing here? Send the model over now. Move.” Toto stomped off.
I stood back and was relieved to see no visible issues with the dress as the model walked behind Toto with an assistant.
I huffed. Yeah, send her over because we didn’t ruin the dress.
Josephine gave me a sympathetic look. “You helped save the dress. I’ll make sure Tomas knows it, but you’ll need to work the trailer. You organize and help assist the models and stylists inside. Okay?”
I rolled up my sleeves. “Okay.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
I went inside the trailer, and it looked like a tornado had gone through it. Oh, well. I can do it.
“Can you help me now? I’m Mags, the head stylist.” A middle-aged woman introduced herself, and I helped her pack what she didn’t need that was in the way. Then, when things were neater, the models started to come inside again. I moved with them, taking their names and helping dress them in the garments.
One man came forward with a smile. “Josephine said they want me in the pleated skirt and boots. Mags, they want less hair.” He motioned over his wild head of long curls. I returned to the back and quickly found the skirt and didn’t blink when he stripped down to nothing, put it on him, and gasped. Threads all over it.
“Sorry, Nadia. I need him now,” Mags called, and I followed him with tweezers, gently tugging on the loose threads.
“Yeong!” someone yelled.
The model raised his hand. “That’s me.”
We watched him walk out, followed by a curse. “There are threads here. Is that girl blind? Get her to fix it!” Toto screamed near the door.
Yeong returned, and I rushed over to him, removing the three threads that were left. He squeezed my arm. “Don’t let that asshole get you down. He changed the time at the last minute and fired a few assistants who showed up this morning. He’s the reason things are a mess.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you. I’ll be all right.”
Toto was an ass, but I was dressing top models for an international film campaign. Tomas was right. Go into the fire and rise to the occasion. I went back to work, dressing, adding accessories, and working with the stylist and technicians. The models left the trailer looking amazing. After a while, we finally reached the last model, and once done, I picked up my bag to watch the rest of the photo shoot.
Ellie appeared, her face pinkened. “They want you to stay in the trailer case something is needed.”
“But I thought we had no more models.” Toto again.
“I’m only the messenger. Sorry.” She shrugged and left.
I sat back down and sighed heavily. “I guess I’ll see it online.”
Mags snorted. “This shit happens on rare occasions. You just have to let it all roll off your back. Toto has a Napoleon complex; he has to hurt someone to feel better. I’m not his favorite either. He banished me, too. And he specifically asked for me.”
I blinked. “Wow, he asked for you and put you here? This is my first one.”
“First?” Her voice elevated, and she laughed. “Good on you. You’ve done an incredible job keeping up the way you have. I’m impressed. It’s hard to stay calm throughout the storm Toto creates.”
“Thanks, Mags. I appreciate that.”
“They get better, and since we have nothing to do, I’d love to play with all that gorgeous hair. Sit, please.”
