Trixie gave a halfhearted smile, leaning her head against Kiara's leg. She nodded slowly and sniffled, wiping at her eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. I can do that." She muttered, thinking for a moment. "Yesh, I guess. I'm already in the outfit, I might as well. I'll just... I'll just freshen up my makeup and then be out." She nodded, standing and walking to the changing room slowly.

Kiara nodded slowly, standing up and brushing herself off, swatting her legs with irritation. "I'll wait by the doors for you, just so Stanley knows we havent suddenly run off" She smiled, though as she poked her head out the door she frowned. "Thats if he hasnt run off first" she added, pretty much thinking out loud. He was still with Matt at that time, pretty much dragging him back rather violently to the theater. Though he hadnt had much energy to put up a fight, he still struggled when he was dragged through the doors, managing to persuade him to let him stand in the corner by the door. It was no use fighting him, he was incredibly strong for a man that ran half a fashion company.

Trixie was battling a major headache, so she didn't respond to Kiara but nodded to let her know she heard. It took her a few minutes to clean up her makeup, and she looked almost as gorgeous as before. She walked lightly out of the changing room to Kiara's side. "Let's go." She said softly, leading the way into the theater while she stared at her feet.

Kiara nodded happily, pushing the door open and holding it for Trixie. Most of the people in there didnt second-glance at either of them, they were too invested in the shoots, and Kiara could only be grateful they didnt cause a scene, or take the piss. Stanley wandered over and looked at the pair, ordering Kiara to go and join the others. He put a hand in front of Trixie however, stopping her from going anywhere. "First thing, are you alright?" He asked, looking down at her palms with a raised eyebrow. "And second thing, do you want me to cancel the schedule with Matt? Put you with someone else? Because I can, but it'll ruin a lot" He said, his tone slightly harsh.

Trixie let out a slow, relieved breath when no one looked at her like she was the Devil. She glanced at Kiara and watched her leave, expecting to be scolded by Stanley. "I'm fine." She murmured quietly, clenching her scraped palms and clasping them behind her back. She listened to him in silence and stayed silent for a few moments. The people pleaser in her was coming out, and it was also the perfect opportunity to apologize. "I want to run my schedule with Matt." She nodded, sounding not the least bit hesitant.

Stanley looked at her with raised eyebrows, clearly not expecting the answer at all. Still, he gave a heavy sigh and smile, turning his gaze to Matt quickly, who was still slumped by the door. "Alright, though I must warn you at his rate he wont be here much longer. Dont get attached" He said, his last three words ringing slightly. That was a sensitive saying in that world. Dont Get attached. He stuffed his phone away and nodded toward Matt. "I cant get him up here, so unless you can, you'll have to miss out the duo shoots today, just stand for the solo. Its either that or I put you with someone else" he explained, wtching the rest of the models as they lined themselves up.

"Right." Trixie said softly, only more upset by the phrase. She blinked over at Matt. "I'll go see if I can convince him. If not, I'll do a solo." She muttered, walking over to him and glancing at her palms. It was just skin, nothing too bad. It didn't hurt. It was just...ugly. She stood a solid distance from him, out of arms reach. "Hey, Matt." She said, keeping her voice quiet so he didn't have the temptation to yell at her again. Everything about her body language screamed submissive- she wasn't there to fight, and she wanted him to know that.

Matt startled slightly as his voice was called, though not from very far away. He didnt look up for some time, instead focusing on his knuckles, but that got boring pretty quickly. Strangely though when he did look up, he felt a sense of relief to see who it was, instead of anger, or upset. He stood himself up from the wall and leant against it instead, staring at her for a couple minutes. Oh what a horrible person he was. "Trixie.." Was all he got out, his voice faltering. He bit his inner lip for talking so stupidly, and looked down again. "Did you want something?" He asked, though his tone wasnt as harsh now. It was just neutral.

Trixie shuffled nervously, swallowing while she waited to be noticed. She knew he heard by the way he jumped, so she didn't try to repeat herself. She watched him anxiously and curled her arms around herself as he stared at her. He didn't seem hostile, so she took a small step toward him when she spoke. "I wanted to apologize. For being a bitch." She said quietly, if a little bluntly.

Matt shook his head, giving her a slight shrug at the same time. "Dont apologise, you dont have any reason too" He said, being just as quiet as her. He somehow had pretty much no anger left in him, and for some reason would rather pull her in for a hug rather than act off and blunt with her for as long as he could hold a grudge. Which is strange, because if anyone else, he would not be speaking to them let alone wanting to hug them. He looked back up and Trixie and offered the weakest smile, letting his gaze leave her. "I'm..sorry" he said after a little while.