Female Novel
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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 jealousy. 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 expensivenovelbin
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 rendezvous 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?