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palace was bigger than the entire gated community they were currently in – the house was still impressive. It was beautifully decorated. A slender man walked toward them two girls trailing him.
    “Cassie, darling!”
    “Hey, Paulie.”
    Eyoen bristled when the man shoved both hands into Cass’ hair.
    “ I love the natural, chickie, but have you given up conditioner?”
    Cass laughed. “Fuck you. Where’s Niomi?”
    “Here.”
    Eyoen turned and found another beautiful woman walking down a spiral staircase toward them. This one was built along the same lines as Lani, only more slender, paler, and she had a head full of long shiny black corkscrew curls. She was holding a camera.
    They embraced, and Niomi kissed Cass on both cheeks and then one of his. “We’re gonna break the shoot into four different sets. Bath, library, garden and bedroom. And if we have time, I’d love to get a few shots of you in the kitchen.”
    “I found this cream painters’ smock, girl,” Lani said, rolling her eyes. “Niomi promised if we have time you gon’ do that nude.”
    Cass raised her brows.
    “Well, wearing the apron,” Lani amended.
    Eyoen’s eyes widened as he listened. These pictures were going to be interesting.
    “Cass? We’re ready for you,” a fat Asian woman said, motioning her forward with a large roll of brushes. “You’re completely bare, right?”
    Cass nodded. “Just a little lotion on the face and hands.”
    And so it began. It was controlled chaos. Paulie worked on Cass’ hair, while the Asian lady, Patty, worked on her face and another girl rubbed a lovely scented cream into every inch of her skin. When Lani screeched about ruined silk Cass was covered with an army of blotting papers until the high gloss shine faded to a resonant glow.
    Niomi shot pictures constantly, a pale girl with fiery red hair trailing her with three cameras hanging from various straps on her body. And as she worked she told Cass about the vision she had for the shoot.
    “It’s gonna be sexy, but we’re going for a shock treatment between utterly feminine and edgy rocker. We’ll have guitars here and there to reinforce who you are, but you’re not gonna give me the traditional poses. For instance, in the garden you’ll be wearing a beautiful gown and jewels, fingers and toes beautifully painted, but I want you to smell the flowers in one frame, and then destroy hand fulls of them in another. And I want you to grin happily while you do it. Then, in frame three we’ll show you pensively rubbing the crushed petals all over your face and chest. Finally we see you carelessly let the flowers fall from your hand to the ground before you walk over them. See what I mean?”
    Cass nodded.
    Niomi grinned. “I wanted a shot where we see the dress on the ground with your beautifully shod foot grinding flower petals into the material, but your girl won’t sacrifice the dress.”
    Lani snorted. “Over my dead body you’ll do that gown like t hat. I borrowed the shit anyway.”
    “Bitch!” Paulie suddenly yelled.
    “ No,” Patty said, backing away as he turned an alarming shade of red and turned on her in a fury. “It was an accident, Paulie.”
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried, stomping in a circle around Cass.
    “What?” said that lady, accepting grapes from an assistant no one had bothered to introduce.
    Paulie showed her a slightly bruised flower. Patty had accidentally touched one of the petals with her creamy hands.
    “Do you have another one?” Lani asked anxiously. “I want the side part, and that flower is for the pink and blue dress.”
    Paulie flung himself into a chair and covered his face with both hands. “No.”
    Eyoen winced. The man actually sounded like he might cry, and his words sent Lani into a rage.
    “ Are you fucking kidding me? We talked about this! I worked out every fucking detail with you, every piece of fabric, every shoe, every jewel and you bring one fucking flower?”
    “The other ones