Camilla's POV
I stood frozen on the edge of the studio, watching as the photographer practically fell over himself complimenting Rachel.
"These shots are incredible! Rachel, you're a natural. This is exactly what the campaign needs." The praises fell easily from his lips.
The words felt like knives, stabbing me in the back.
I was the one with the fame, the one recognized in society as a skilled skier. I'd competed professionally for years, and had won actual competitions. I had built a solid reputation in this sport.
But they were treating Rachel better than me, like I was nothing but an amateur and she was the professional.
The man who'd come in with Rachel, I recognized him as David Crowe, the resort developer walked over to the photographer.
"I told you Rachel wouldn't fail you,
