Winter Smith (Book 1): London's Burning by J.S. Strange Read Free Book Online Page A

having a photo-op and a quick press conference with the designer, who designed this dress especially for me.”
                  The man with the notes turned to the woman recording sound.
                  “Did you hear that? Get Don on the phone! Tell him we need him here now with press. We need to get this story tonight. Exclusive to Vogue!”
                  Missy scowled. She was not happy that Winter had turned a positive light back on herself.
                  The interview seemed to be over, because the man with the notes packed them away and picked up the camera left to film. He began taking different shots of Missy applying make up, Winter puffing up her already messy hair. He took close up shots of her dress, her shoes, the different designer labels hung up all around them.
                  “Can you two mess with each others hair?” The cameraman asked.
                  Winter didn’t miss the grimace from Missy, but she did as she was told. Winter felt awkward as she began touching Missy’s hair and the cameraman took photos. When it was done, Missy was biting her tongue to stop moaning about how Winter had messed her hair up.
                  “I think we’ve got everything,” the cameraman said. A look from the interviewer.
                  “Cool,” the interviewing man said. “Tonight, we’ll be around to take photos of the latest fashions and get this interview with Winter and her anonymous designer, then it will be up online in the next week.”
                  Winter nodded, pretending to show interest. Just then they heard the doorbell downstairs ring.
                  “That must be OK! Magazine!” Missy smiled and she hurried out of the room to greet them.
                  Winter left the closet with the Vogue workers. She heard the cameraman and the woman talking about something that had happened in London.
                  “Whole street, murdered, and warnings have been put out now…” The man was saying. “It’s pretty worrying.”
                  “They’re vague warnings, though,” the woman reasoned. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
                  Before Winter could find out more, Olivia had grabbed her and dragged her into the room where the main party would be happening. There was a much more elaborate set up.
                  Four lights were set up on each corner of the dance floor. There were ten people in total; two reporters, two people holding boom poles, two camerawomen, two photographers and a stylist. Nathan was already dressed in a charcoal grey suit. Missy was in conversation with the reporters, while one of the camerawomen filmed the whole thing. The second camera was turned to Winter as she approached.
                  “You look pretty, Winter!” The woman behind the camera said.
                  “Thank you,”
                  The photographers were taking photographs of all of the decorations, including the fliers Winter had hung up. Nathan seemed to be pleased by this.
                  The interviewers were now more concerned in talking to Nathan and Olivia, so Winter and Missy found themselves stood around a lot. Every now and then the photographers would ask the girls to pretend to be busy setting up, which they did. They were also asked to take friendly photos together, which they did, both giving an Oscar worthy performance that they really liked each other. When they were left alone, Missy began to talk.
                  “I’ve got my boyfriend coming tonight,” Missy boasted. “He’s a model. Upcoming, you probably haven’t heard of him. He’s just signed a multimillion deal with Calvin Klein to model their suits. Can you believe that?”
                  Winter didn’t reply. She