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.

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

hailed from a well-to-do family, well-versed in local

about receiving any accolades

solidified as events

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

signaled to her

phone, displaying a photo for

I have a tight two-day window, and there’s no room

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

signed contracts after making

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