7 7 SNOW (3)

Emerald Tower, Fashion Blast, another studio...

Manuel is checking the pictures that he took before when suddenly he felt an urge to go to the restroom. After he finished and walked by, his eyes saw something. A coincidental scene that captivated his eyes and instinct as a professional photographer.

There was a woman dressed beautifully in a summer cocktail dress and she's posed in front of his colleague. From her gesture, Manuel knows that she's not a professional. But her look and appearance illuminate with some kind of whimsical charm. Her elegance radiant in every pose that she showed off. Her fair skin glows under the lights. Her platinum hair sleekly falls to her back and shoulder. Her bright blue eyes are mesmerizing. Alluring. Hypnotizing. And the outfit that she wears was perfectly matched with the curves on her body. As if it was made just for her. She's such a raw talent and genuine beauty.

"Pure…"

Manuel whispered to himself when he spontaneously grabbed his camera and took some pictures of her silently from afar. Just a couple of pictures will be more than enough for him and send these pictures to Robert for his approval.

"Done…" He sighed in relief and smile widely while he checking the results.

A minute later, someone tapped his shoulder. Monica. The personal assistant of the current muse in Fashion Blast, Linfey.

"Manuel, Linfey is here. You should get ready…"

"Okay…"

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The blitz from the camera keeps continues without a pause. The photographer who was assigned by Jojo for taking Arissa's picture, after a while, has attracted some attention from other photographers who suddenly appeared from the middle of nowhere and join them voluntarily in this photo shoot. They keep taking pictures of this "mysterious woman" with admiration in their eyes. Amazed at such a genuine beauty in front of them.

"Very beautiful…"

"Who is she?"

"New model, huh? Wow, her aura is completely different from all the models I've worked so far…"

Comments rushed out and flooding in. Those were admiration and compliments without any critics of this "mysterious figure". Even though her facial expression remains the same all the time, she was able to emit the charisma of each outfit that she wears very well. As if all the clothes were made only for her and no one else. Moreover, the look in her haughty eyes, sending a shiver of chill winter to everyone's spine. She looks like a frosty queen who watched them all from her icy palace on the top of a snowy mountain. Heartlessly cold and distant.

Shortly, the photo shoots for the Fashion Blast magazine cover were done in less than 2 hours and everyone was satisfied with the results.

After she finished her job, Arissa was getting ready to change her clothes and disappeared, when suddenly another photographer grabbed her arm. Caught her off guard.

"Are you a new model here, huh? I've never seen you before. "

"Yes ..." Arissa replied curtly. She was the discomfort of this situation and she really wants to leave as soon as possible.

"You are gorgeous and so unique. Especially your beautiful eyes. May I know your name? " asked the photographer incessantly with a curious tone. Then, he took a step closer toward her. Made Arissa gulped spontaneously at his sudden move. Unconsciously, she took a step backward. Try to keep a distance and avoid his gaze who still hold her arms tightly. Expecting her answer. He seemed didn't care at all about the uneasiness that was clearly seen in her eyes.

Hearing this question, Arissa was stuck. Damn!

She didn't expect this before. Her brain spinning hard when suddenly a word popped out inside her head then spontaneously, her mouth said a name stutteredly.

"Snow ..."

"My name is Snow…"

"Snow? What a beautiful name ... Well, if you.... "

Before the photographer spoilt any words further, a long arm stretched out and grabbed her from behind.

"Sorry… she still has another photo shoot for today. Her schedule is so busy lately. We are very lucky to have her as our muse today .. "

Jojo said nonchalantly while he keeps holding Arissa in his hand. Pulling her away from the nosy photographer before. Meanwhile, Vika also followed them at the back.

Once they arrived at the fitting room, Arissa quickly took off all of the clothes and the wig as well. Soon, she instantly put on her contact lens and dressed up in her casual outfit while Jojo and Vika stay on guard outside the door. After 10 minutes, Arissa returned all the clothes that she wore to Vika and exhaled a long sigh in relief. Thankfully, it is over yet…

She felt a heavy burden has been lifted from her shoulders today. Pheww…..

Next, a bone-crushing hug embraced her tightly while the same person lays a kiss on her cheeks.

"Jojo!!!" Arissa gasped loudly while a wide smile broadened on her best friend's face.

"Thanks a lot, Arissa! You're really my superhero today… "

Arissa sneered and smiled faintly.

"This time only ..."

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At night…

Luxury and elegance are two words that best match of describing each detail inside the penthouse. A man in his forties has just finished his bath time when he heard a notification hit his phone. A series picture of a woman dressed up in a summer dress captured his eyes with a single line underneath.

"Your next to-be muse. Manuel Nuevo…"

He curved a wide smile and nodded in satisfaction. Next, his fingers dance on the smartphone, pushed a button on a specific name at it, and waiting patiently until someone picked up his call.

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