In a short space of time, Elizabeth had made-up all five lads. Carolyn insisted they only needed a swipe of foundation and highlighter just to stop them looking so pale under the unforgiving studio lights. Eduardo grumbled more than the others, he was worried that he’d end up looking like Adam Ant. Elizabeth passed him her compact mirror, surprised that he’d even heard of the Eighties icon. The hairdresser went round with gel and straighteners, styling their hair into messy perfection. Once they were ready, Carolyn was there to usher them to the changing rooms, where their outfits were hung up.
Elizabeth sank onto a chair and watched as the photographer shouted instructions at them: ‘Move closer’; ‘Lift your arms up’; ‘Give me sexy’; ‘Smile!’
‘Your turn,’ the hairdresser smiled, her stra
