017: You don't see me

The next morning dawned. Well rested and in a good mood, I took a shower. I didn't apply any make-up afterwards, since I left it entirely to Miguel, my make-up artist. He already knew what suited me and what didn't. Besides, he knew me way too well and wouldn't do anything to make me look like a whore.

A smile curled my lips. I was really looking forward to the upcoming shoot. So I put on turquoise pants and a black blouse. I left my hair down, which allowed Miguel to do things. Finally, I put on my black ballet flats. So overall I was pretty good looking, if I had to admit it to myself.

I arrived at the agency at twelve o'clock sharp. As always, I greeted all my colleagues with a friendly smile and immediately went into makeup. "How are you, Lia?" my make-up artist asked me, to which I replied: "I'm fine and you?". He was fine too, which made me happy. "Tell me, what do you have planned for me?" I asked about the look Miguel had planned for my shoot.

He seemed to have been waiting fo