Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Absolutely!”

Sabrina cleared her throat with a hint of playful skepticism.

“Well, if the photos don’t turn out quite flattering and your fans aren’t pleased with them, remember not to attribute them to me.”

In a previous photography class, her mentor, Blayze, had imparted the art of capturing people with diverse styles. With her skills, Sabrina earned the admiration of her models due to her excellent photos.

But she had never photographed a celebrity.

“Okay,” Bradley chimed in with a chuckle.

gauge the comments once they’re released. If the praises outweigh the criticism, you can proudly declare it

echoed through

a restaurant, their conversation bubbling with mirth.

meal, Bradley gallantly offered, “Allow

tomorrow. I think it’s best if I drive myself back,”

safe journey,” Bradley remarked,

embarked on

entrance into the restaurant together did not go unnoticed by the paparazzi’s ever-watchful

dead of night, their names swiftly ascended the ranks of trending topics. At this time, Sabrina was

caught wind of the situation and promptly

had been entrenched in a flurry of activities in recent days. He was engrossed in an economic forum held

forum’s grand opening unfolded, featuring speeches from organizers and prominent leaders, followed by individual thematic