Francis told me to close my eyes and imagine myself in a beautiful, elegant dress. I could feel the eyeliner caress the edge of my eyes. I lifted both my eyes open, and Francis soon told me to look up, and he outlined the edge just before my waterline. It hurt a bit, but it didn’t really matter. "Francis?" I called out before he could hurt anymore of my eye.
"Hm? Yes, darling?" Francis was still outlining my eyes. I looked up at him.
"After you do my makeup and hair, what happens next?"
"Well, we first put you in my elimination dress," Francis stopped outlining my eyes, and told me to close them again. "Lovino does an elimination round with his models. He picks the best ten out of fifty and then he interviews the top ten and picks the model with the most potential."
I gave an out a squeal in my head if Lovino actually did pick me as his model. All the money I would have, mwahaha. Okay, I do it only for the fun of it.
"Really?" I asked impatiently. "Does Lovino really do that?" I blushed a bit.
"Lovino... is a strange man. Every time he wants a new model to work with, his girlfriend eventually... disappears." Francis began to open the container of blush. He swipes the brush with the skin lightener and brushes it on my forehead. "And, we're done with the blush."
“Why is that?” I close my eyes once again.
“Lovino has been convicted of BDSM,” I could feel the tips of the brush go against my face. “Toys and all sorts would be lying around in his room. Lovino’s maid discovered this and quickly told Antonio which told me… He probably got those from Ludwig…”
I froze for a minute. BDSM? Why would… never mind. Sooner or later, Francis surprised me with the astonishing makeup. I was excited with joy, and I couldn't help but smile. "I... I look beautiful..." I felt my face. "My skin is smooth as silk..."
Francis smiled at his work. "You're going to be an excellent model, (Name)." I was, wasn't I. Francis guided me to the closet and opened one of the doors. "Here, I have the finest collections of my designer dresses. May I suggest some?" I nodded my head and watch him pull out an elegant Royal blue formal dress.
"Hmm." I inspected it. Francis saw my reaction and put it softly on the chair. He immediately pulls out a pink one. I turn it down, since I want my dress to be outstanding, not to blend in with everybody else's dresses.
Francis then pulls out a fire red dress. Perfect. "Let me try this one."
"Oh this? I'm moving this one out of the way so I can get this-"
"Francis, I want to try that on." He saw that I wasn't joking. Francis gave up and gave me the dress.
"The changing room is over there, or you can change in the bathroom," Francis directed.
"Changing room is fine, thanks." Francis left to go get some coffee while I changed into the dress. Once I put it on, I looked into the mirror. Not to brag, but I looked like a Princess. Maybe even a Queen. Damsel in distress. On a second thought, ignore that last one.
I heard a knock on the door after I inspected myself in the mirror. "Hello?" The person from the door said. "I came to see..." There was a long pause. "I came to see Miss (Name)!" I opened the door to come across a man with curly and wavy chocolate brown hair and green eyes. "Hola!" And he appeared to be Spanish.
"Hello, may I help you?" This guy seems really suspicious.
"I am Antonio; I was sent by Francis, your hair dresser. He told me he would be a little late, and to tell you that there are red shoes next to the makeup table." He had a bright smile on his face. I couldn't even help but smile. "Oh Chica! You look like one of mi tomate!" Did... Did this guy just call me a tomato?
He hugged my figure and said some gibberish in Spanish. "You look like one of Lovi's girlfriends!" I blushed at the thought of myself becoming someone's girlfriend; since I was single for twenty three years.
After that fiasco with Antonio, Francis finally came back and told me to sit in the chair again. He began to tie my hair back; loosening out my bangs and small amounts of hair. He tied it with a clip, and finished it off with a red tomato flower. "Francis, what is this?"
"Antonio gave it to me to put on your hair," Francis made some finishing touches. "It will make Lovino put you in the top ten. Tomatoes are Lovino's favorite."
Lovino. That name sounded so foreign, so alien. It’s from a different atmosphere; a different world. "The elimination round is in ten minutes, (Name)." Francis grabbed his phone and escorted me out the dressing room. We took the elevator to the second floor, which held the elimination round of the fifty models. Every single model either wore pink or blue. No other colors besides those two. Once I entered the room, I felt very terrified since I seem to be the only one wearing red. I also feel the most original for the same reason. After Francis checked me in, the models were staring at me in either disgust or envy behind the curtain leading to the backstage.
Either way, I could tell they wanted my dress. “Francis,” I called out. “About that BDSM thing with Lovino…”
I was soon interrupted when Antonio on the intercom announced Lovino was here and ready to judge. “No time to chat, my dear! You’re about to go on stage!” Francis gave me a small shove up the stairs to the walkway with the rest of the models.