Isla’s POV
Ben sat behind one of the editing monitors, scrolling through Lightroom with that focused frown he always wore when he was working. Ava lounged on the couch with her tablet, occasionally glancing up at me like she was waiting for the next chapter of my life to drop like a Netflix release.
I leaned against the long worktable, folding my arms loosely.
“So,” I started.
Ben hummed absentmindedly.
Ava perked up immediately. “That tone means announcement.”
I sighed. “Do we have any ongoing gigs? Anything that came in while I was in Italy?”
Ben rotated his chair slightly, tapping a few keys before opening the project tracker spreadsheet. “We had two inquiries. One engagement shoot, one small brand campaign. I told them you were out of town but we could schedule later if they we
