<b>It could not have been better. Emma could not believe her eyes. In no way could she have imagined it would seemed too good to be true. So courtesy and kind too they were to their models if Ross was anything to go by. He was now taking her to eat and the smell of delicious food hit her as they walked passed the kitchen into the staff canteen. Of course he was right that fashion was their business and there was more than enough clothes than she could ever be able to wear. The photographer was being more like a father figure to her. <br/>
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"I'm not used to drinking, but I suppose I could have a little champagne. It really is a celebration." She could have almost kissed him but it would not seem very proper to do in public, she though. Alcohol went straight to her head, she remembered  from previously sampling it. Emma could not quite remember exactly what happened until she woke up naked in bed the following morning. It was just as well that boys were not allowed in her dorm. She still blushed whenever she thought back to how crazy she and her roomie had been.<br/>
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"I don't think I fully understand this menu. Can you pick something for me." The 18 year old teenager, who was no longer an official student, did not know what she could have done without the photographer looking after her. But she felt so happy and quietly she stretched her hand across the table and put it on his. She smiled in a knowing way towards him. "I just want to say, Mr Wilkes, I really appreciate the opportunity you are giving to me. I wish I could do something in return."</b>