....The last three male models finally arrived on Thursday night in the middle of dinner and it was a race to see which of us could introduce ourselves first. After a brief introduction, chatting and dining, my editor set 9PM as the time to reconvene in the fitting room to wrap up the rest of the looks. Although it was work, it was like being away at summer camp. Fitting the models (the wise-guys) was quite a feat, but someone had to do it. (Hey! You try being professional with four gorgeous topless guys walking around!)At about 2AM I finally got back to my room. I took a jacuzzi bath, where I fell asleep for a few minutes secretly wishing that when I awoke, everything was the same but, instead, Amalfi would be my home. It's nice to dream. Which is why people aren't kidding when they tell you to find a career where you do what you love. I LOVE traveling and fashion so this is the perfect fit for me.
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