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When we got set up, he came to me and told me I had to stand very straight and kind of stiff. He had the hair stylist tease my hair up with some silver clips.

"You have to look businesslike while Cindy looks kind of frivolous on the phone," he said. "It's like the whole way you stand doing the ironing says that you're serious about making sure she's taken care of, even if she's a little scatterbrained herself. She's rich, she can afford to be scatterbrained.'

As I listened to him I realized how good he was at this. Subtle little things that got the frothy, fun message of the clothes across were important to him. The slightly wacky rich girl and her steady-as-she-goes personal maid it was the perfect scene for the outfit.

Next they did one with Cindy alone while I watched. It was a lingerie shot in her bathroom. She was brushing her teeth while she looked marvelous in a wispy little bra and tap pants in an old-fashioned, boxy style. How she managed to look good brushing her teeth, I don't know. But she did. That's why she gets the big bucks, I guess.

We did another one in her bedroom with her looking right into the camera as if it were a mirror as I brushed her hair. I'd changed into a black satin evening uniform and a white taffeta apron. They wanted it pretty dressy, I guess. Cindy's clothes didn't show in this shot. They said the caption would talk about her make-up and stuff. You could see my hands and the brush and a little of my uniform and apron behind Cindy, but her amazing face was the main attraction, of

course.

Finally, the last shot. It was nearly six o'clock as we got set up for it. All the make-up and lighting and clothing details made each shot go a lot slower than I would have imagined. No wonder Miss Cindy's days were so long sometimes!

This last shot Issac called the "Cinderella" shot. We had to clear the hall outside the apartment and keep the front door open. I was scared what if the neighbors saw me or

something!

"They know I'm a model, Cissie and it's pretty obvious with this crowd and all this stuff that we're doing a shoot here. They'll just think you're a model playing my maid, that's all. No one's going to think any of this is real!" she said as she looked around the room.

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She was right. No one would think anything about this was real. When you saw all the equipment and people, it had to be fake. I laughed at myself for being worried this was the best disguise I'd ever have.

I stood at the door looking at Miss Cindy as she breezed past me in her elaborate, full-skirted dinner dress to go out on her "date." They told me in this one I would show a little.

"It's just a profile of your face, though, and most of the light is on Cindy's dress, so you'll be in shadow. Is that O.K.?"

Cindy stopped everything and went to talk to Issac. She came back and said, "I told him you would have to have approval on whether they used this shot, so you'll get to see it before it's printed, O.K.? We'll shoot one without you just in case."

I told her everything was fine if I could see it first, and away we went. She breezed past me quickly over and over again. Her perfume was great! And the feminine skirt swooshed about her pretty legs as if on cue. They wanted it to blur to show the motion and the shimmer of the material. I had to stand with my head bowed and my hand on the door in a very precise way.

"It's like you're a matador and Cindy's the bull going through. You suck back and stay out of her way. Like she's real late or something."

He used such neat images it was easy to get the message. Cindy was being directed to be her haughtiest. She breezed past me like I didn't even exist: Her head was held up and she was in a hurry. But in a very pretty hurry with her wonderful dress swirling around her legs.

"O.K., that's it Cindy," Issac finally said. "Thanks a lot see you later at dinner, Okay?" And he was gone as quick as that. He worked hard and fast, but when it was over, it

was over.

Cindy and I went to her room and I helped her get undressed while everyone else started cleaning up their stuff. "Sorry about the apartment, Cissie. You'll have some extra cleaning to do, I guess. Did you have fun, though?" I didn't know what to say I hadn't had time to think about it, but now that I had a moment, I realized it had been fun!

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