you’re photographing charles for a vogue article, you’re the editor, and a photographer, and a makeup artist, and you’re decent at set design. basically you’re a control freak and if the magazine doesn’t look exactly how you want it you go out firing people and doing it yourself.

charles is sat in a chair getting some makeup done when you walk in. he can see the way everyone immediately tenses up. you’re wearing big sunglasses that hide your face, small jorts, and a flowy strapless top. he smiles at you. you’re pretty.