Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Did she recognize her?

Pretending to be oblivious, Sabrina treated Keilani as a fresh face, casually remarking, “Keilani, right? Sabrina, your photographer. Let’s dive into your style and preferred backdrop. Got any reference snaps?

Ny assistant’s on standby for the prep.”

Keilani glanced at Sabrina through the mirror and replied, “I can’t explain it. Let’s discuss it on-site once I’m done glamming up.”

Sabrina, foreseeing a time lag in scene setup post-makeup, tried to reason, “Setting up after makeup will take time.”

With an air of indifference, Keilani shrugged off, “That’s your problem, not mine.”

Well, in the initial skirmish, Sabrina detected an air of unfriendliness.

agenda wasn’t about striking poses but

Keilani donning a foreigner’s face, her accent hinted at local ties or mixed heritage. Judging from Keilani’s affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from a well-to-do family, well-versed in

receiving any

solidified

made her way to the filming site, accompanied by a helping staff who catered to her wardrobe

signaled to her

phone, displaying a photo for

require. Swift preparation is imperative. I have a

Sabrina, adding, “Failure

contracts after

studio failed to fulfill its obligations or if clients were dissatisfied, they could request a cancellation with a full