NovelEnglishMost of the time, even people who were just average-looking ended up looking stunning in his photos.
These days, who doesn't want to look good on camera? That's why everyone treated a talented photographer like him with such respect.
Isabel, on the other hand, didn't quite have what it took.
Her looks barely registered in a world overflowing with beautiful faces and chiseled jawlines.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe only thing that set her apart was her artistic aura, but her style today was a little too bold. Even after touching up her makeup, it was impossible to hide the strong lines, so the final result was never quite what anyone wanted.
Truth be told, she could have just about gotten away with it.
But Isabel refused to cooperate during the shoot, and that was enough to drive anyone up the wall.
"If this is your attitude, I don't see any reason to keep shooting," the photographer said coldly.
Isabel's eyes reddened, her voice quivering. "What did I do wrong? I'm just tired today. I'll be fine once I get into the right mood." "And how long will that take?" the photographer asked, impatience creeping into his tone.
Inside, Isabel seethed, blaming everything on Effie. She forced herself to say, "Just givea minute." When the photographer saw Isabel was finally making an effort to pull herself together, he decided to let it go. Still, the shots that followed were underwhelming. Not completely unusable, but nowhere near what he'd hoped for.
He finally snapped. "Stop! Are you tellingyour agency only brought one model? There's no one else?" Annabel's temper flared. She pulled Isabel aside and hissed, "What is wrong with you? This opportunity was handed to you on a silver platter and you're just wasting it! Do you have any idea how hard it is to book this photographer? If it weren't for The Etheridge Group's connections, he wouldn't even be here shooting you." "Can't you just put in a little more effort?" Isabel's eyes filled with tears. "I'm trying my best! He's just nitpicking. I did every single pose he asked for." Annabel shook her head, exasperated. "Honestly, maybe you're just not cut out for this line of work." While Isabel was being chewed out, the photographer grew bored and began to scan the room.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on Effie. "She looks interesting," he remarked.
Just then, Isabel stormed back over, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "She's not available," she said, her voice icy.
The photographer didn't back down. "And why not?" "She's not a professional," Isabel replied stiffly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInstead of backing off, the photographer's competitive streak was sparked. "That makeswant to tryeven more," he said we w smirk.
"Miss Bagnold, isn't it? Would you like to give it a shot?" Effie hesitated. "But I'm not a professional. I doubt I'd do a good job." 1.n
She knew perfectly well this wasn't her field. Forget about nailing m professional poses-she wasn't even sure she could manage a convincingly natural smile. When it cto commercials, Effie honestly believed Isabel was the better choice.
"I think you'll do just fine," the photographer said encouragingly.
Isabel was furious-she'd tried to be pleasant, but the photographer hadn't given her the timelor day. Yet here he was, practically begging Effie, who had already turne@him down. "Wait a minute," Isabel snapped, "do you really think she'll be better than me?" "Yes," the photographer said simply.
"Fine! I'm done!" Isabel thought to herself, let's see how long it takes how legg before he comes beggingto En: cback.
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