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 about striking poses

a foreigner’s face, her accent hinted at local ties or mixed heritage. Judging from Keilani’s affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from a well-to-do family, well-versed in local circles. This knowledge fueled Sabrina’s suspicion that Keilani deliberately chose her as the

doubts about receiving any accolades

G E L A ‘s L I

uncertainties solidified

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

subtly signaled

phone, displaying a

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

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

signed contracts after making