Scars Of A Broken Bond

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.

whispered to her that Keilani’s agenda wasn’t

ties or mixed heritage. Judging from Keilani’s affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from a well-to-do

harbored doubts about receiving

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uncertainties solidified as events

finally done with her makeup, made her way to the filming site, accompanied by a helping staff who

subtly signaled to

produced Keilani’s phone, displaying a photo

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

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

clients signed contracts