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.

released. If the praises outweigh the criticism, you can proudly declare it as your work.

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their way to a restaurant, their conversation bubbling with mirth. Opting for a secluded dining chamber, they continued chatting while savoring their

meal, Bradley gallantly offered, “Allow me

I don’t have any scenes tomorrow. I think it’s best

Bradley remarked, a hint of

on her journey

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and promptly doused the burgeoning hot search.

been entrenched in a flurry of activities in recent days.

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