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.

whispered to her that Keilani’s agenda wasn’t about striking poses but rather targeting

from a well-to-do family, well-versed in local circles. This knowledge fueled Sabrina’s suspicion that Keilani deliberately chose her as the photographer,

about receiving any accolades

solidified

to the filming site, accompanied by a helping

signaled

produced Keilani’s phone, displaying a photo for Sabrina’s

is the backdrop I require. Swift preparation is imperative. I have a tight two-day window, and there’s

Sabrina, adding, “Failure to complete

clients signed contracts after

its obligations or if clients were dissatisfied, they could request