That’s her name, don’t wear it out. And don’t put chocolate ganache on her and eat her up, like I almost did. Can you blame me? How cute could anyone possibly be?!
At the start of our session, she was mighty camera shy. However, based on the series of photos I ended up with, it’s apparent that fear quickly dissipated into a no-longer repressed desire to be America’s Next Top Model.
She even did the whole crawling toward the camera thing for me. I tried to tell her that move was SOOO 1980’s swimsuit issue but she wouldn’t listen. She got bit by the bug of fame and there was no turning back.
Her face is to squeal over and her knees are the bee’s for sure.
I had so much fun playing with her and laughing at her little quirks…and she put up with me shrieking like a 5 year-old every five seconds because she’s the cutest button on the world’s shirt. Thank you, Bruleé, for a scrumptious afternoon. 
