The heat of the lights was blazing on her skin but her makeup didn't melt. That was the power of setting spray.
"Move your arm a little more to the left, Gwen. Then give me that sensuous pout!"
Guinevere "Gwen" Frost had been a professional model since she was an infant. She knew the drill by now. Do whatever she was told so it could be over and done with faster. Let them pose and rearrange her like a doll without a word of complaint.
She didn't like it but she was used to it. It was the way things had always been. She had been scouted from the time she was an adorable baby and casting calls for advertisements were looking for mothers and infants.
Her mom had been a model too. It was how she had met her dad, the chief editor of a fashion magazine. It was in her blood.
