She stared at him in astonishment.

She stared at him in astonishment. He thought she was beautiful, when any one of those girls who’d traipsed into the office was ten times more arresting?
He made an impatient gesture with his hand. “’course you’re beautiful. Charlie isn’t the only one who can spot the potential of a face like yours. But I’m talking about modeling, the business. It’s not a lark. To succeed you’ve got to have smarts and you’ve got to be a damned hard worker. Now, I might be able to get you a booking or two, but if you want to last longer than a couple of weeks, if you want to hit the big time and land the cover of W year after year, you’ll need more than beauty. Reaching the top requires discipline. You know anything about that?” he asked.
“No,” she said honestly. “I’m not really good at anything except riding horses. But I’m willing to learn. I’m not afraid to work.”
“Good. Then here’s your first homework assignment.” Damien stood up, walked over to a corner bookshelf, and pulled out a thick, clothbound book. He handed it to her. “Study this carefully. It has fashion’s greatest photographers in it. Educate yourself so you can adapt to the photographer’s vision.” Abruptly he asked, “Do you understand a bloody thing I’m saying?”
Deciding honesty was definitely the best policy with Damien, she shook her head. “No.”
He smiled. “Okay. Let’s take your pal Charlie Ayer. Simply put, he’s brilliant, a genius with light, form, and texture. But Charlie’s best pics happen when he’s got a model he can really work with. What that means, darling, is that you’ve got to understand his work, his style, his vision. Your job as a model isn’t just to be a pretty young thing but to help him create the vision he’s dreaming of. Then, when he sees that perfect shot, he’s going to know he was able to capture it because you were the one in front of his lens. It’s the same story when you’re on the runway. It doesn’t matter whether the designer is Stella McCartney or Karl Lagerfeld. You’ve got to learn how to wear those bits of fabric they’ve stitched together so that when you walk down that runway, the audience sits up, electrified.” Rounding his desk, he leaned against it and folded his arms across his chest. “So, you still want to be a model? Or shall I have Miranda look up the address of a typing school?”
She moistened her lips nervously. “I’d like to give it a shot.”
“Clever girl. Now, before we sign anything, let me tell you my rules: I insist that you be honest, reliable, and drug-free. When you’re not in front of the camera or strutting your stuff on the catwalk, you keep your nose clean. I don’t care what they’re shoving into your hand backstage or passing out at the parties and clubs. You do drugs, you’re finished with me. Period. No second chances. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by them, and I won’t have that on my conscience. The same holds for alcohol. Even when the bubbly is flowing like the bloody Trevi Fountain, limit yourself to one glass. After that, switch to San Pellegrino with a slice of lemon. It’s good for your skin.”
As Damien Barnes ticked off his rules one by one, Margot felt an unexpected, extraordinary sense of liberation: he didn’t care who she was or where she came from, only who she might become. Her past didn’t matter to him. And he was offering a surefire way for her to prove to her father that she was more than a two-legged broodmare. This was her chance to show Travis, too, that she wasn’t a spoiled princess, incapable of a hard day’s work.
“And if the stress of all the baiting and backstabbing that goes on in this business starts to make you bonkers,” he continued, “sign up for a gym membership. One of our models, Anika, swears by kickboxing. She’s looking for a flatmate, by the way. Do you need a place to live?”
It had been two A.M. when Charlie and she rolled into the city. She’d spent the remainder of the night curled up on the leather sofa in his Chelsea studio. It wouldn’t feel right to stay there. Though Charlie was cool and a really good guy, she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea—especially when she couldn’t stop thinking of Travis. By now he’d have learned about her leaving. Was he sorry? Was he already missing her? Would he come find her here in New York and bring her home?
The prospect lifted her heart. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
He nodded. “I’ll ring Anika, then. The two of you can meet and see if you hit it off. Well, that’s it. You abide by my rules, you work your pretty bum off for me, and I’ll do the same for you. Do we have a deal?”
She stood and shook his outstretched hand. “Yes, Mr. Barnes, we definitely have a deal.”
“Damien, love,” he corrected with a grin.
They’d both stuck to their deal.
Margot had worked her butt off learning how to pose for photographers and she’d kept away from the drugs and booze and other crap that messed up too many others in the business. In return she found in Damien an agent who was honest and who cared about the models he represented.
For that alone she owed Charlie a huge debt. But Charlie had done more than line her up with a great agent. He’d quickly become more than the photographer who’d “discovered” her, too. He’d become one of her closest friends, taking her to the best restaurants, clubs, and parties. And though they both dated widely, they were spotted together often enough to be considered an “item.”
It occurred to her that perhaps Charlie had begun to believe the ever-buzzing gossip. That would account for how frequently he professed his love for her these days. But from the very first, Charlie’s declarations always struck Margot as a bit too glib. And whenever she was on location or modeling for a show, he lost no time finding a glamorous replacement to squire around.
While she knew he cared, she couldn’t help feeling that she was just a shade too replaceable, and that if she were ever to leave town for good, Charlie wouldn’t pine for long. So she’d resisted any steps toward a deeper commitment, saying that she wasn’t ready to settle down yet and that she needed to focus on her career while it was going strong. This last explanation was a more than acceptable one, as anyone in the business knew that the day would soon come when some fourteen-year-old waif would be elbowing her off the catwalk and landing every booking in town.
But deep down, Margot had always recognized that the reasons she gave him were really just convenient excuses to mask the truth. While she adored Charlie, her heart didn’t squeeze painfully at the mere mention of his name … the way it had when she’d heard Travis’s last night.
It was insane for her still to be carrying a torch for Travis Maher. Walking through the barn last night, half-expecting to find him there, had shown her how deluded she’d been to believe she’d gotten over him. The news that he was gone from Rosewood, that in all likelihood she would never see him again, had left her with a terrible emptiness.
In the last twenty-four hours so many of her dreams had turned to dust. Perhaps it was time to accept the fact that Travis would never be more than a ghost from her past. She should move on with her life, instead of waiting for something that would never happen, yearning for someone who never had and never would love her.

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Dia menatapnya takjub. Dia pikir dia adalah indah, ketika salah satu dari gadis-gadis yang telah traipsed ke kantor adalah sepuluh kali lebih menangkap?Dia membuat gerakan tidak sabar dengan tangan. "' lapangan kau indah. Charlie bukan satu-satunya yang dapat melihat potensi wajah seperti milik Anda. Tapi aku berbicara tentang pemodelan, bisnis. Hal ini tidak lark. Untuk berhasil Anda harus punya kecerdasan dan Anda harus menjadi pekerja keras terkutuk. Sekarang, aku mungkin bisa mendapatkan terakhir atau dua, tetapi jika Anda ingin bertahan lebih lama dari beberapa minggu, jika Anda ingin menghantam besar waktu dan tanah penutup w tahun demi tahun, Anda akan memerlukan lebih dari kecantikan. Mencapai puncak membutuhkan kedisiplinan. Anda tahu apa-apa tentang hal itu?"Dia bertanya."Tidak," Dia berkata jujur. "Saya tidak benar-benar baik pada apa pun kecuali menunggang kuda. Tapi aku bersedia untuk belajar. Saya tidak takut untuk bekerja.""Baik. Maka di sini adalah tugas pekerjaan rumah Anda pertama." Damien berdiri, berjalan ke sudut rak buku, dan mengeluarkan sebuah buku tebal, clothbound. Dia menyerahkannya kepadanya. "Studi ini dengan hati-hati. Telah fotografer fashion terbesar di dalamnya. Mendidik diri Anda sehingga Anda dapat menyesuaikan untuk fotografer penglihatan." Tiba-tiba ia bertanya, "Apakah Anda mengerti hal yang berdarah yang saya bicarakan?"Memutuskan kejujuran adalah jelas kebijakan terbaik dengan Damien, ia menggelengkan kepalanya. "Tidak."Dia tersenyum. "Oke. Mari Anda pal Charlie Ayer. Sederhananya, ia adalah brilian, seorang jenius dengan cahaya, bentuk, dan tekstur. Tapi Charlie's terbaik pics terjadi ketika dia punya model ia benar-benar dapat bekerja dengan. Apa artinya, sayang, adalah bahwa Anda harus memahami karyanya, gaya, visi. Pekerjaan Anda sebagai model tidak hanya menjadi hal yang cukup kecil tetapi untuk membantunya menciptakan visi ia bermimpi dari. Kemudian, ketika dia melihat bidikan yang sempurna, ia akan tahu ia mampu menangkap itu karena Anda salah satu di depan lensa. Ini adalah cerita yang sama ketika Anda berada di landasan pacu. Tidak peduli apakah desainer Stella McCartney atau Karl Lagerfeld. Anda harus belajar cara memakai bit-bit kain mereka telah dijahit bersama-sama sehingga ketika Anda berjalan landasan itu, duduk penonton, kuasa." Pembulatan mejanya, dia bersandar itu dan dilipat tangannya di dadanya. "Jadi, Anda masih ingin menjadi model? Atau harus saya mencari alamat sekolah mengetik Miranda?Dia dibasahi bibirnya gugup. "Saya ingin mencobanya."“Clever girl. Now, before we sign anything, let me tell you my rules: I insist that you be honest, reliable, and drug-free. When you’re not in front of the camera or strutting your stuff on the catwalk, you keep your nose clean. I don’t care what they’re shoving into your hand backstage or passing out at the parties and clubs. You do drugs, you’re finished with me. Period. No second chances. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by them, and I won’t have that on my conscience. The same holds for alcohol. Even when the bubbly is flowing like the bloody Trevi Fountain, limit yourself to one glass. After that, switch to San Pellegrino with a slice of lemon. It’s good for your skin.”As Damien Barnes ticked off his rules one by one, Margot felt an unexpected, extraordinary sense of liberation: he didn’t care who she was or where she came from, only who she might become. Her past didn’t matter to him. And he was offering a surefire way for her to prove to her father that she was more than a two-legged broodmare. This was her chance to show Travis, too, that she wasn’t a spoiled princess, incapable of a hard day’s work.“And if the stress of all the baiting and backstabbing that goes on in this business starts to make you bonkers,” he continued, “sign up for a gym membership. One of our models, Anika, swears by kickboxing. She’s looking for a flatmate, by the way. Do you need a place to live?”It had been two A.M. when Charlie and she rolled into the city. She’d spent the remainder of the night curled up on the leather sofa in his Chelsea studio. It wouldn’t feel right to stay there. Though Charlie was cool and a really good guy, she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea—especially when she couldn’t stop thinking of Travis. By now he’d have learned about her leaving. Was he sorry? Was he already missing her? Would he come find her here in New York and bring her home?The prospect lifted her heart. “Yeah, I guess I do.”He nodded. “I’ll ring Anika, then. The two of you can meet and see if you hit it off. Well, that’s it. You abide by my rules, you work your pretty bum off for me, and I’ll do the same for you. Do we have a deal?”She stood and shook his outstretched hand. “Yes, Mr. Barnes, we definitely have a deal.”“Damien, love,” he corrected with a grin.They’d both stuck to their deal.Margot had worked her butt off learning how to pose for photographers and she’d kept away from the drugs and booze and other crap that messed up too many others in the business. In return she found in Damien an agent who was honest and who cared about the models he represented.For that alone she owed Charlie a huge debt. But Charlie had done more than line her up with a great agent. He’d quickly become more than the photographer who’d “discovered” her, too. He’d become one of her closest friends, taking her to the best restaurants, clubs, and parties. And though they both dated widely, they were spotted together often enough to be considered an “item.”It occurred to her that perhaps Charlie had begun to believe the ever-buzzing gossip. That would account for how frequently he professed his love for her these days. But from the very first, Charlie’s declarations always struck Margot as a bit too glib. And whenever she was on location or modeling for a show, he lost no time finding a glamorous replacement to squire around.While she knew he cared, she couldn’t help feeling that she was just a shade too replaceable, and that if she were ever to leave town for good, Charlie wouldn’t pine for long. So she’d resisted any steps toward a deeper commitment, saying that she wasn’t ready to settle down yet and that she needed to focus on her career while it was going strong. This last explanation was a more than acceptable one, as anyone in the business knew that the day would soon come when some fourteen-year-old waif would be elbowing her off the catwalk and landing every booking in town.But deep down, Margot had always recognized that the reasons she gave him were really just convenient excuses to mask the truth. While she adored Charlie, her heart didn’t squeeze painfully at the mere mention of his name … the way it had when she’d heard Travis’s last night.It was insane for her still to be carrying a torch for Travis Maher. Walking through the barn last night, half-expecting to find him there, had shown her how deluded she’d been to believe she’d gotten over him. The news that he was gone from Rosewood, that in all likelihood she would never see him again, had left her with a terrible emptiness.In the last twenty-four hours so many of her dreams had turned to dust. Perhaps it was time to accept the fact that Travis would never be more than a ghost from her past. She should move on with her life, instead of waiting for something that would never happen, yearning for someone who never had and never would love her.