After a bottle of vodka and more stories that had everyone laughing and sharing, the night wound down. One by one, they called it quits and retreated back to their rooms, the soft shuffle of footsteps and closing doors marking the end of the evening.
Before they dispersed, Trina gathered her team with a quick reminder. “Alright, ladies — don’t forget, 8 a.m. sharp in the lobby tomorrow. We’ll have breakfast together first, then start prepping for the shoot. Let’s be ready to bring our A-game.”
The group murmured their agreements, some still smiling from the night’s fun, others already feeling the weight of the busy day ahead.
Maya lingered a moment longer by the fire, the last embers glowing like fading stars. She let the warmth of the night settle in her bones, grounding her. Tomorrow
