|Grace|
The click of the camera shutters was a familiar sound, almost a comforting one, as I posed effortlessly in front of the backdrop. The studio lights highlighted my flawless skin, making every movement look ethereal. Today, I was surrounded by the bustling energy of the photoshoot crew, each member engrossed in their task. It was another day of promoting the latest fashion line, a routine I knew well. Yet, amidst the chaos of styling, adjusting, and capturing the perfect shot, my mind often wandered back to the conversation I had with Silvester three days ago. The memory was as clear as if it had happened moments ago.
I could still see myself seated at the round table near the glass walls of Silvester's office, the sunlight casting intricate patterns on the floor. But then, Silvest
