OLIVIA
“Yes! Perfect!” the photographer exclaimed as the shutter clicked again and again.
I tilted my head slightly, letting the studio light catch the edge of my cheekbone.
“I love that look, Olivia. Hold that tension!”
I shifted, sliding smoothly into the next pose and brought one of my hands up to frame the side of my face while I arched my back, lifting my leg just a little under the soft satin skirt they’d put me in.
“Flawless! Absolutely flawless, darling!” he said, moving the camera after another burst of shots.
I held my breath, focusing on every detail of my pose. This shoot had been going on for two hours, and hunger was starting to make my focus blur.
“And that’s a wrap! Thank you, everyone!” He called out, lowering the camera.
A wave of relief rolled through the studio
