Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina found herself momentarily without words as she absorbed Keilani’s unwavering stance.

Staring at Keilani’s smiling visage, Sabrina grasped that coaxing a change wouldn’t be a walk in the park. “Alright, duly noted,” she uttered.

“Begin setting up the scene. It’ll take a bit,” Turning to her assistant, Sabrina directed. “While that’s in motion, let’s capture shots with alternative backdrops,” Sabrina suggested. “This way, we optimize our time, ensuring a smooth shoot. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the efficiency.”

Reluctantly, Keilani agreed with a hint of mockery in her smile.

The second bout had only just concluded.

Yet, another challenge emerged during the shoot.

Sabrina didn’t know whether Keilani did it intentionally. Each time Sabrina issued a pose directive, it was executed poorly, yielding subpar results in the photos.

poses meant repeated instructions and

mid-morning, the collection of satisfying shots

session paused, Sabrina presented the just-captured

quick glance and Keilani exclaimed, “What’s with these photos? They’re

the photos is fine, but it’s a morning down the

mind putting in some overtime tonight? Since you’re so fixated on the visual outcome, time shouldn’t be a concern for you, right?” Sabrina said

snapping those awful photos. Why should

leaves us no choice but to

that way, Sabrina wouldn’t have to

“Fine. Let’s do the overtime,” she begrudgingly