London, England:

Scarlet rubbed her eyes and stumbled into her messy kitchen. Her long black hair shining in the morning sun, the top layer sticking up, defying gravity. She pulled her shorts up over her hips, tying the cord tighter around her waist and yawning. Grabbing a carton of grapefruit juice, she walked towards her answering machine.

“3 messages?” She pressed the play button and sank down into her huge purple sofa.

“1^st New Message – Beeeeeeeep – Scarlet its Mom, can you give me a call when you wake up? Your father and I leave for Tuscany tomorrow. Bye Darling”

“2^nd New Message – Beeeeeeeep – Hey Scar, its Ceres. Are you free tonight for a drink? Give me a call when you can. I miss you baby”

Scarlet groaned out loud. “What now?” Her Ex Girlfriend only ever called when she wanted something.

“Last New Message – Beeeeeeep – Scarlet? Its Edie. The photographer has dropped out of our Shane shoot on Tuesday. Give me a call back if you can”

“Edie wants me? Wow!”

Scarlet Lucano was a photographer. She’d finished her degree in Fine Art two years ago, and since then she’d spent her time travelling with bands and musicians. She loved photography, and following bands around whilst on tour had been a dream come true for 24 year old Scarlet. She was working hard to make a name for herself in London, and had just moved into her small flat in Camden. She loved it there, the atmosphere, the people. It was such a creative part of London, there was always something happening.

“I hope she doesn’t expect to to dress up” She thinks “She’ll defintaly hate those” She looked over at her door, her beaten up converse lay next to the mat.

Scarlet had an impressive shoe collection, although she rarely wore heels. Standing 5ft 10 in socks, the extra height that heels gave her made her feel like a giant. She stuck out enough as it was, the last thing she needed was another reason for people to look at her.

Scarlet had been born in Hong Kong, her mother was Irish and her father was Italian. She’d been blessed with her mothers clear blue eyes, and her fathers olive skin. Her hair was naturally black, and she wore it long, with Bettie Page style bangs that framed her perfect face. She worked hard to maintain her body, she was naturally curvy. “One doughnut away from fat” as she called it, but it suited her tall frame. Her waist nipped in, her hips jutted out and her long, lean legs drove both men and women insane with lust. Scarlet had only ever been interested in girls though, much to her male friends disappointment.