The next day, the girls marched to a hall two kilometers away after a bland breakfast. They had actually expected a shooting in the famous Louvre, and were not excited when they arrived in front of an old hall. Full of poisson. Poison hall? Fish hall. Oh, nice for me, but also nice for you. Well, then come in with you. Oh, it smells wonderful. I'll look for something to eat. Karajan disappeared into the darkness. Helene didn't know exactly what she was expecting, but for sure not a dark hall where it smelled like fish. Pauline switched on the light. Colorful markings stuck to the floor of the hall. Was that supposed to be the entrance? The girls changed chairs a few times. I thought we were modeling in daylight. I applied sun cream with light protection factor 20. I read about it in the hall, but I imagined a kind of greenhouse. With glass windows and palms. Don't worry, it looks fantastic in the photos. Anyone can model in front of a pretty backdrop. But a good model lets every room shine. And especially the clothes she wears. Helene looked around. An uncomfortable feeling spread in her. There were water hoses on the floor and large marble tables on the walls. Here lies the fish tomorrow. Today we're only doing sample shots. I'll introduce you to Pierre, the second stylist. They crossed the hall where Tristan was just about to unpack his father's equipment. Pauline led the girls to a separate area where there were high mirrors and silver dressers. Helene's heart began to beat. The girls stood in a circle. Pauline ran over the bar with her hand.