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registered with a number of modelling agencies. Why are you mentioning Blane in particular?’
‘Because I signed with them when I first came to New York, and I like the women working there. They seem sincere to me, and they’ve tried to be helpful. I should have proper representation anyway, shouldn’t I?’
‘Okay, you’re right and I understand. So yes, you can go ahead and tell them.’
‘And what about the photographs you’ve taken today? When can I see them? I’d love to know how I look in them.’
He grinned at her. ‘Of course you would. So drop over next week and Caresse will have a set for you.’
‘Thank you.’ She moved away, went back to the small table near the stool, retrieved Luke’s business card, then, swinging around, she asked, ‘What do you plan to do with the pictures you took today?’
‘What do you mean, M? I’m not following you.’ He sounded puzzled.
‘Are you going to place them with a magazine? Or use them in some way? Or was this a…a dry run, I suppose I would call it.’
‘That’s right, it was exactly that. I usually do a session with a new girl, if I think she has potential. And you know already I feel that about you. Some of them are duds, you know, but certainly not you. I foresee a great future for you as a model, M, and I do plan to help you get to the top. When I come back from Morocco.’
Frankie walked across the floor and put his arms around her, gave her a big hug. ‘Thanks again, honey, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.’
E IGHT
I t seemed to M that the next few weeks passed extremely quickly. Always well organized, even when she was a child, she made herself a schedule and kept to it. Every other morning she went to the Blane Model Agency to check in with Leni, the receptionist, and afterwards visited another two agencies, International and Famous, where she was also registered. Three afternoons a week she worked as a waitress at the All-American Cheese Cake Café, and on Thursday she helped out as a sales assistant at Jennifer Allen’s chic boutique situated in the Meatpacking District.
She enjoyed being busy, and working helped to deflect some of the worry she felt about Frankie Farantino. She hoped he would keep his word to her.
According to Caresse, whom she called several times a week, he was still in Morocco, and would now be going on to the south of France to finish the shoot. A new development. Only after that would he be back in New York. But Caresse reassured her that Frankie would keep his word, as did the women she knew at Blane’s. Leni, and Marla Golding, who handled bookings, had been pleased when she had conveyed Frankie’s interestin her. Apparently he enjoyed a good reputation and was well liked by them; they told her they deemed him trustworthy. Also, the two of them had been impressed by the photographs Frankie had taken of her, as she had herself.
Only Geo seemed hesitant about the ‘make-over’, as she called it, pointing out to M that she was beautiful in her own right, and did not need to become the replica of a dead movie star.
‘If you don’t know how gorgeous you are, go and look in the mirror,’ Geo had said that Thursday afternoon when she had returned from the shoot at Frankie’s studio. ‘I love your hairstyle, though, and you should definitely keep the bangs because they really suit you. They’d work with a ponytail too, you know, as well as the twist.’ Then, quite suddenly, Geo had frowned and peered at her rather intently, shaking her head, and had added in a gentle tone, obviously not wanting to give offence, ‘I think your eye makeup is a bit too heavy, and your eyebrows far too thick, M, if you don’t mind me saying so.’
M had listened attentively to Geo, and everyone else, and had weighed their comments. She tended to agree with Geo about the eye makeup, and later decided not to bother with it, especially when she was working at the café and the boutique. She would just look ridiculous in
‘Because I signed with them when I first came to New York, and I like the women working there. They seem sincere to me, and they’ve tried to be helpful. I should have proper representation anyway, shouldn’t I?’
‘Okay, you’re right and I understand. So yes, you can go ahead and tell them.’
‘And what about the photographs you’ve taken today? When can I see them? I’d love to know how I look in them.’
He grinned at her. ‘Of course you would. So drop over next week and Caresse will have a set for you.’
‘Thank you.’ She moved away, went back to the small table near the stool, retrieved Luke’s business card, then, swinging around, she asked, ‘What do you plan to do with the pictures you took today?’
‘What do you mean, M? I’m not following you.’ He sounded puzzled.
‘Are you going to place them with a magazine? Or use them in some way? Or was this a…a dry run, I suppose I would call it.’
‘That’s right, it was exactly that. I usually do a session with a new girl, if I think she has potential. And you know already I feel that about you. Some of them are duds, you know, but certainly not you. I foresee a great future for you as a model, M, and I do plan to help you get to the top. When I come back from Morocco.’
Frankie walked across the floor and put his arms around her, gave her a big hug. ‘Thanks again, honey, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.’
E IGHT
I t seemed to M that the next few weeks passed extremely quickly. Always well organized, even when she was a child, she made herself a schedule and kept to it. Every other morning she went to the Blane Model Agency to check in with Leni, the receptionist, and afterwards visited another two agencies, International and Famous, where she was also registered. Three afternoons a week she worked as a waitress at the All-American Cheese Cake Café, and on Thursday she helped out as a sales assistant at Jennifer Allen’s chic boutique situated in the Meatpacking District.
She enjoyed being busy, and working helped to deflect some of the worry she felt about Frankie Farantino. She hoped he would keep his word to her.
According to Caresse, whom she called several times a week, he was still in Morocco, and would now be going on to the south of France to finish the shoot. A new development. Only after that would he be back in New York. But Caresse reassured her that Frankie would keep his word, as did the women she knew at Blane’s. Leni, and Marla Golding, who handled bookings, had been pleased when she had conveyed Frankie’s interestin her. Apparently he enjoyed a good reputation and was well liked by them; they told her they deemed him trustworthy. Also, the two of them had been impressed by the photographs Frankie had taken of her, as she had herself.
Only Geo seemed hesitant about the ‘make-over’, as she called it, pointing out to M that she was beautiful in her own right, and did not need to become the replica of a dead movie star.
‘If you don’t know how gorgeous you are, go and look in the mirror,’ Geo had said that Thursday afternoon when she had returned from the shoot at Frankie’s studio. ‘I love your hairstyle, though, and you should definitely keep the bangs because they really suit you. They’d work with a ponytail too, you know, as well as the twist.’ Then, quite suddenly, Geo had frowned and peered at her rather intently, shaking her head, and had added in a gentle tone, obviously not wanting to give offence, ‘I think your eye makeup is a bit too heavy, and your eyebrows far too thick, M, if you don’t mind me saying so.’
M had listened attentively to Geo, and everyone else, and had weighed their comments. She tended to agree with Geo about the eye makeup, and later decided not to bother with it, especially when she was working at the café and the boutique. She would just look ridiculous in
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