Seven years later

" Innocence, Isabella. You know what that is?" I nodded "well it doesn't look like it because you are giving me a sultry look!!!!!" I would really like to know how he expected me to show innocence in the barely existing clothes the stupid I call a photographer is making me wear. Can you imagine a barely dress girl lying in a leather sofa with her boobs almost falling out of her push-up bra, giving you anything but a sultry look?

I really just wanted to trow my high heel at him but that wont look good for my next job, will it? Nope I didn't think so and Jasper, my manager, was giving me the "don't even think about it" look. And when he gives me that look it is serious.

I started modeling six years ago, a year after he left. I was walking in the mall with a group of friends when Sue Clearwater, now my step-mother and the mother of my two step-brothers Jacob and Seth, she saw me and said that I was just what she was looking for. She was and still is a famous photographer, she likes to take pictures of nature things and to her I was the simple beauty she wanted in one of her photos. After my mom and daddy agreed, I started to model more and more, sometimes it was for catalogs of prom dresses or for posters for some stores. My first big job was after my seventeen birthday when I met Jasper Whitlock,he had recently graduated from college, he had seem me in ones of the first photos that Sue took of me. He flew all the way from Texas to Arizona, so he could ask to be my manager. Of course after he made some calls and had me walking down a runway in some big spring collection, Sue and Charlie said yes. Jasper had me walking runways and posing for magazines three months after he started to be my manager. I would always ask him how he did it and he would always said " I smiled", after our first year working together he told me it was a person who gave him the info of where I would work better or where I had the most opportunities to get the job. That person was Mary Alice Whitlock, Jasper's wife since they got out of high school. She was a up-rising designer and now my image consultant. She saids what I do and what I don't wear, she said how my make-up goes and most importantly my best-friend.

My first out of the states job was when I finished high school, it was in France during the Fashion Week. I was the youngest, most unexperienced model out of the group and the models there just hated me. The first night there I cried like a baby in Jasper's arms, I kept telling him to get me out of there, that I wanted to go home and the only thing he said was "No". He kept saying that if I back out without a fight I would regret it later and I'm so glad he didn't let me go home because I wouldn't be here if he did.

" That's it, love, that's the look." mike took a couple of pictures "you can get up now love, lovely working with you" I got up from the leather sofa that I had been laying for about two hours and took the robe one of the girls gave me.

" thanks" I said to her and walked towards Jasper's waiting arms. He hugged me and whispered in my ear.

"Darlin', I thank you for not killing that man" he step back and looked at me " come on, lets get you out of those things" Jasper never liked when I had to wear this type of clothes or for better words when I didn't wear enough clothes.

I bat my eyelashes at him and put my hand on his chests. " but Jazzy, Alice is here, we can't" I said in a little voice. We always played games like that and when Alice saw us she would said "what, you wanted to start without me"

Jasper only shook his head and grabbed my arm leading me towards my trailer where Alice was waiting for me with a black sweat suit in hand.

"Come on bells, get out of those clothes and put this on. Don't bother to take off your make-up, you have to hurry up the plane leaves in an hour" we were currently in Philadelphia and we were leaving to a town call Forks in Washington.

" Why do we have to go?" Jasper had read in the Internet that Forks was a little dreary town, where it always rained and you could never see the sun. Jasper being the sun-loving southern man that he was hated the idea of going there.

" Because is my brother's wedding" I said in a duh voice.

"which one bells?" I was putting my t-shirt when he said it and the glare that I was sending him didn't have any effect.

" Jake's, his marrying Nessy the girl he met in college. And we are going because I and by that I mean we, haven't see my family in like two years. Did you know Emmet had a baby girl with his eight months wife? My first niece and I haven't see her. Come on jazzy, we have to stay for two week and there is always hotels in Port Angeles we can stay." I gave him my famous puppy eyes, that by the way he couldn't resist.

Jasper sighed and nodded "OK, I'm goin' too" Alice was tapping her heeled foot with a stern expression in her face.

" Stop the mushy talk, we are going to be late." she said while looking from me to Jasper. " You can kiss and make up later"

I let out a giggle and Jasper chuckled. Alice sent another glare our way and stomp out of the trailer while shouting behind her back " You have a minute to be ready Isabella" I sighed and put my tennis on. Jasper got up from the chair he was sitting on and offered me a hand.

"Let's go, before she has a heart attack"I took his hand and grabbed my bag.

When we got out of the trailer we saw Alice besides the limo that would take us to the airport. The perks of being a model!!!

Forks here we go!!!!!!!

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