Minerva POV

It's shooting day. And I'm fucking scared.

I'm not a model, I don't even like to be in front of a camera.

But still, here I am, in front of a rack full of clothes that I have to wear.
Neither Martijn likes this, but he already got through this kind of environment, so he's chill.

"Martijn, I don't know if I can do this...."

"There's always a first time. Believe me or not but I'm sure we will have some fun today"

"You go first...." I tell him, bringing out my shyness.

"Ok, I'll go first. I'll ask to have music for you to be comfortable"

"Geez, you know me so well!"

After a couple minutes of us looking at what we have to wear for this promotional photoshoot, a woman on her 40s comes up to us.

"Here you are! Hello! I'm Ana and I will be the photographer today!"

"Very nice to meet you" Martijn says, shaking hands with her.

"And you must be his gorgeous girlfriend!" Ana asks me, while we shake our hands too.

"I am..."

"Ok guys.... So for your outfits, I'll send Lauren right away. But I want to make sure you have a nice makeup and don't look pale"

Ana makes us walk on the white set and turns on the lights. Oughhhh! Everything is so bright in here!

"Yes! We have to do a corrective makeup on both of you. You look so pale, you have no idea!"

We are sent to the makeup station, where the makeup artists are putting on our faces a lot of bronzer over foundation. Martijn receives just a natural base and a touch up to his eyebrows, while I'm getting a natural smokey eyes effect with cat eye eyeliner and a nude lipstick.

While Martijn is already done with his hair, I'm still here getting my hair straightened and my nails painted with black polish.

"Minerva, I'm going first! Look!"

I take a look at my boyfriend trying to catch my attention from the mirrors in front of me, as I can't turn around. He's wearing a very simple pair of black jeans with a printed t-shirt that gives a 90's vibe and a jeans jacket. His shoes are white sneakers with a blue and red detail.

"Martijn you look so good! Oh my goodness! You should wear jeans jackets more often!"

"Do you think so? I need to see myself in pictures"

"Then go! See you later hun!"

"See you!"

[...]

The makeup artist and hairdresser are done with me too, so I walk back to the dressing room and change into the first look they chose for me.

It's inspired by Martijn's look, or better to say that they are similar.
I'm wearing dark green cargo pants with a white crop top that leaves my shoulders uncovered, black jeans jacket, beige shoes and some jewelry.

It's not something I would wear, but I admit that I do look good.

When I walk to the set, Martijn is shooting sitting on a white sofa.

"Ok Martijn, we are done with this look"

He gets up from the sofa and was just about to go straight to the dressing room when he sees me.

"Awww! You look so cute!" he says walking up to me and holding both my hands.

"You are cute too! But I think we look weird with this skin tone out of camera"

Our chatting is interrupted by Ana, the photographer, asking me to go ahead and get ready for shooting.

I shyly walk in the white set and wait for directions. They are all chatting and pointing at me, I've never been so nervous in my whole life, neither to an exam.

I suddenly hear some music playing, and that's because of Marty, of course.

He's smiling, that was him for sure.

"Minerva, your lipstick makes you look older. We have to change it. Bright red..."

"I've a suggestion to make!" Martijn says.

Everyone turns towards him, including me, waiting for him to say something.

"Try dark purple instead. She looks so sexy with matte dark lipstick"

My face is flushing pink, but I don't think anyone can notice with this amount of makeup.

"Do we have to trust your boyfriend?" they ask me.

"I think so... Haha"

The make up artist walks on set and changes my lipstick, and now I'm ready for the first photoshoot of my life. It's really reassuring the fact that I'm posing for H&M. I'm sure nobody will see me.

Who am I kidding.....

"Ok, take a seat on this cube and let your left leg hang down, while you hold the other one to your chest"

I do as they ask, and someone is always helping me with my clothes, as I pose.

"You are doing great honey! Stay still!"

Sooner than I expected, I'm done with this outfit, and I'm off to the dressing room.

Martijn is in there, dressing up for the next pictures.
"Hey, you were amazing Miné...." he says turning around while putting on a t-shirt.

"Thank you, you aren't bad either. Is this your next outfit?"

"Yes... With this bomber jacket...."

He puts on a red/burgundy bomber jacket that looks like the one I wore yesterday.

That one, along with jeans and a white printed t-shirt, makes up a really nice look.

"How about you?"

"I don't know. Let me see..."

I have to wear a black dress with a zipper at the front, a black bomber jacket, crowned by several rings on my fingers and platform boots.

"do you need help?" my boyfriend asks.

"No, thanks. The zipper is on the front in this dress"

He nods and smiles at me, before walking out of the room to let me change.

But, as always, the dress fits good on my hips and waist, but it's too tight on my chest. It doesn't even zip....

Ughhh....

I call for help and someone comes into the dressing room to check me out.

"Oh.... I see. But it doesn't look bad! It's up to you, I wouldn't change.... But if you feel too exposed, we won't force you"

"Martijn will be so mad..... Let's go"

Both me and the assistant are laughing when we walk out.
Martijn is already over with his pics and he is waiting for me.

But as soon as he sees me and my cleavage, his sight changes.

[...] 

I'm surprised he didn't say anything while I was on set.

"Martijn.... I'm sorry...." I tell him as soon as we meet.

"That's ok Bae, you looked good anyway. Sure, it would have been better with you more covered" he says, trying to zip up my dress more.

"Are you mad?"

"Just because I'm not the only one who will enjoy these beautiful twins..."

I sigh, looking at him with a death glare, but he ignores it and pulls me to his side, while we go to put on our next outfits.