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During her recovery days, Sabrina dedicated herself to Photoshop, tirelessly perfecting the
photos for her client.
The client, thoroughly pleased with the results, granted Sabrina permission to showcase a
few selected photos on Twitter.
After she had recovered, Sabrina immediately immersed herself in Bella’s extensive
shooting.
Bella opted for the most comprehensive package, which spanned two days and covered
many clothes, backgrounds, and scenes. The first day was dedicated to the interior
scenes, while the second was outdoors.
During the interior shots, Evan was close by with his client.
Seeing Sabrina with Bella, Evan pursed his lips and clenched his fists, seething with
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjealousy. In his eyes, it should have been him in that position, not Sabrina.
After Sabrina completed the photos and handed them to Bella, Bella was impressed and
praised Sabrina for her exceptional work.
With so many things going on in her life, Sabrina didn’t realize she had already spent a
month in Philade.
Except for her friends, Bettie and Aylin, Sabrina paid Little attention to her hometown
affairs, choosing to focus on her own life.
Soon enough, another order came Sabrina’s way.
Perusing the details, she found it a bit perplexing. The client had opted for the most
expensive package, akin to Bella’s choice, Leading Sabrina to wonder why the assignment
landed on her.
Did the client this time specifically request her to be the photographer? Could it be one of
Bella’s friends?
Pondering these questions, Sabrina chose not to overthink them, trusting that the
assignment had found its way to her for a reason.
The day before the shooting, Sabrina dialed up the client using the digits stashed away in
the system.
Once the call linked up, Sabrina chimed in with a dash of flair, “Hey there, is this Keilani?
Sabrina here, the photographer in charge of your shooting.”
After a beat, a feminine voice responded, “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?”
Sabrina, sensing a hint of déja vu in the voice, pressed on, “I’ve got a burning desire to
chat about your go-to style. Any special requests for the vibe and backdrop of your
shooting?”
“Hmm… Hashing this out over the phone feels like deciphering hieroglyphics. Let’s
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrendezvous on-site tomorrow,” came the reply.
Sabrina, caught off guard, responded with a simple, “Okay.”
As the day of the shooting unfolded, Sabrina caught sight of the woman prepping in the
dressing room. There was a twinge of recognition, a whisper of familiarity.
It didn’t take long for Sabrina to connect the dots. Keilani, the woman before her, had
crossed paths and clashed with both her and Bettie on a flight to Austrain. And the drama
didn’t stop there.
Another skirmish had unfolded at Linbourne shopping mall, this time over a watch.
No wonder that voice felt oddly familiar the day before.
Sabrina’s mind raced. Why did Keilani tap her as the photographer?
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