CLOSED: @adricn LOCATION: Adrien’s Studio TIME: 9:00 AM
It was never like Camille to show up for a job empty-handed. Especially knowing how difficult it often was for her to get through the morning without a little pick-me-up. Though fittings were usually her favorite part of the job, much like playing dress up in her mother’s clothes had been as a child, the model had to admit that she was a little nervous. While Adrien had always been kind to her in the past, there was something oddly haunting about seeing somebody who had spent so much of his teenage years with her brothers. It made her miss them more than she already did, if that was even possible.
With two lattes in-hand, Camille took the elevator up three floors to Cadieux’s corporate office and stepped out onto a beautifully tiled floor. Just like his taste in patterns and textiles, the interior screamed ‘Adrien’ from top to bottom and she immediately felt at home in the environment. As she approached the secretary’s desk, the model’s eyes continued to wander, taking note of the various ad campaigns and magazine covers that had been framed and hung on the walls. “Bonjour. Je m’appelle Camille. I’m here for a fitting with Adrien.”