A Beautiful Afternoon

I followed Thomas downstairs and out to the garden. The chef had laid out a table as requested. However, Mr. Weston was far too busy setting up his equipment to notice the spread. Thomas gave me another amused look.

"You got him outside. Now, how will you make him eat?" Thomas chuckled.

I thought about it for a second. It would be a lot harder to convince him eating was photogenic. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp whistle. I turned, Mr. Weston was waving at me.

"Ms. Walton! I'm trying to center this scene. Go stand by the roses so I can use you as a marker," he said, pointing at them.

My last experience with stopping to think taught me it was better to follow his orders immediately. I walked over to the bushes. He waved his hand to the right. I moved in that direc