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.

feeling whispered to her that Keilani’s agenda wasn’t about

Judging from Keilani’s affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from

about receiving any

uncertainties solidified

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

subtly signaled

attendant produced Keilani’s phone, displaying a photo for

require. Swift preparation is imperative. I have a tight two-day window, and there’s no room for

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

contracts after making

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