Anna froze. It was pretty, so utterly beautiful! The model held perfect poses and she had a literal picture perfect flawless face. But the room soon faded away and Anna's world turned black. There was no edge. None!
Anna turned cold. What was she doing wrong!? What was missing? Franticly she started flipping back and forth among the pictures. Back and forth, back and forth! Why was there no edge!? What did she do wrong? The pictures were all pretty, they were all perfect! They were all… Predictable.
Predictable.
Anna's heart sank and her mind, her studio and world turned cold. She asked everyone but the model to go home. Perhaps there was still time for one last, private and focused shoot. Anna's last chance.
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Peace and an exuberating feeling of satisfaction had descended upon Anna. She had worked hard, so excruciatingly hard. But she was there now, she had found her edge. She
had found a beauty like no other: a singular, unpredictable and edgy beauty.
The face and carefully positioned limbs of the model flipped by in the photos on her screen. Anna had reinvented her model, carved away her predictable beauty, made her strike poses no one else had.
The model was a true beauty now. Finally she had brought that "something" in her posing. Her tangled long black hair held mysteries now. Her pale face now showed intense emotion as cold fear played gracefully in her widened eyes, and terror curled her cold lips in a seductive arch. The many deep red cuts slithering across her once smooth skin made her dead flesh almost come alive again, bathing in a mirror of red…
Anna was pleased; her model was no longer neither perfect nor predictable. She was truly beautiful now. She was: unique.