13: photoshoot days

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Callan's POV

"Aunt Dev?" I called as I knocked on her bedroom door.

When she didn't answer after the first time, I knocked more obnoxiously, "I know you're in there!" I sang.

The door swung open and she raised a brow when we she saw me.

"Callan," she greeted, "Why are we being obnoxious at seven in the morning?"

I sighed, walking into her room and flopping on her bed, "B-Because I'm having a crisis."

I paused, "You look pretty, Devy, that's a nice colour on you," I smiled; she wore a white long-sleeved blouse and a cream coloured, knee-length skirt.

"Thank you, Callie," she fastened her watch on her wrist, "What's the crisis?"

I sighed exaggeratedly, "I d-don't know what to wear."

"You don't know what to wear?" she repeated, raising a brow.

I nodded and then huffed, "I don't know what to w-wear. There is absolutely nothing in my closet. I just," I flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, "I don't know."

I did know.

"Hang on a second," she said, walking into her large closet.

I closed my eyes sighing; I had the photo shoot for the new collection this morning, as well as interviews for two separate magazines. I had been feeling increasingly anxious since my therapist cancelled last night's session. I wanted to feel confident and put together and I knew that finding something good to wear would help with that.

I would be running around for a large part of the morning, but then I had to speak with the representatives from the magazines and take some pictures for their spreads afterwards. Most of the models that had been casted weren't necessarily models by profession; most people had applied online, or had been chosen through their blogs or presence in the media. This was good for multiple reasons: people could see the new items on a variety of different types of bodies and find a face they could relate to in the campaign, and, it was great way to advertise products through people.

There were a handful of models from agencies that were going to be at the shoot as well; I had to pick whom I wanted to photograph the remaining pieces with.

Today was going to be a lot of work, but I had no doubt it would be rewarding when all of the pieces launched and I got to see the final pictures.

The problem though, was how much worse my anxiety seemed to be getting with each second that passed.

I wanted to look good for my interviews and pictures, and I wanted to feel confident in a room where everyone had professionally done makeup, hair, and just looked overall stunning in the studio lights.

I scrunched my nose, opening my eyes and sitting up.

I also wanted to look good because...he was going to be there.

Shut up, Callan.

I groaned just as Aunt Dev walked back into the room.

"Callan this is the first time you've been worried about an outfit," Aunt Dev said, raising a brow at me.

"That's not t-true," I mumbled, looking away.

"Very convincing," she said sarcastically, and then cleared her throat, "Something you want to talk about Cal?"

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