WHO: Andromeda & Helen WHEN: Sunday morning WHERE: A New York studio WHAT: Shooting for VS and insecurities
Oh, don't fidget. Just stay calm, please, just this once, just today
Andromeda was sitting outside the make-up room of her first shoot for Victoria's Secret, having only just arrived and now being told there would be a delay before they could get her ready. She'd walked in today with such purpose in her step and her chin held high, but now being told to wait had made her lose all the nerve she'd worked so very hard to build up.
Helen of Sparta was going to be here very soon and internally Andromeda whimpered at the thought. What would she be like? Oh, she was going to be so beautiful. It was going to almost hurt to look at her. Andromeda caught her own reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room and looked away quickly, repulsed. How could she possibly compare to Helen?
Just breathe, please. Remember. Don't panic. In... two... three... hold. Out... two... three... hold. I'm fine. I'm fine here.
She pulled her hair and then quickly stopped herself. She mustn't pull her hair, especially not today.
She'd hardly slept the night before, so full of anxiety about this day. The job itself was only a little nerve-wracking - she'd been modeling for a few months now so she knew she could be professionally pretty - but having to do it beside the most beautiful woman in the world... No, that was the part that scared her. Helen scared her.
Maybe they'll decide I'm just too ugly to even be in the same photos. They're probably going to cut me right out of them when they see! Oh, Aphrodite, help me!
The door of the building opened and Andromeda held her breath, sure this was to be her beautiful rival.