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.

that Keilani’s agenda wasn’t

affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from a well-to-do family, well-versed in local circles. This knowledge fueled Sabrina’s suspicion that Keilani deliberately chose her as

about receiving any accolades

uncertainties solidified

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

signaled

attendant produced Keilani’s phone, displaying

is the backdrop I require. Swift preparation is imperative. I have a tight two-day

a pointed glance at Sabrina, adding, “Failure to complete the shoot on time may warrant

signed contracts after making

agreement stated that if the studio failed to fulfill its obligations or if clients were dissatisfied, they could request a