Aria’s POVFiona took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the damaged photos as if they could somehow lessen the weight of what she was about to reveal. “I only found out about this after getting to know Farah better,” she began, her voice low, almost reluctant. I noticed the way her fingers tighten
Aria’s POV“Now this is raw and real,” I whispered, stepping back to check our work. “There’s no bigger message about resilience and empowerment.”As we gathered around the small section where we’d moved the vandalized pieces, there was a sense of quiet triumph in the air. The damaged photos, now di
Aria’s POV“This is incredible,” Jessica whispered, brimming with excitement as she scrolled through her phone. “People are really talking about the exhibition. It’s blowing up all over social media.”“I know,” I replied, my own screen filled with posts, reviews, and vlogs. “The buzz is insane. It’s
Aria’s POVIt’s been a really busy day, and I was eager to see my daughter Jasmine, who was home with a temporary babysitter. As Jessica and I stepped outside, I thought about what Fiona had shared with me. It was certainly unexpected, but I was glad that she’d trusted me enough to confide. Fiona
Aria’s POVI blinked, taken aback. “Me?” I asked, pointing to myself in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding.”“No, I’m dead serious,” Emma insisted, her voice brimming with conviction. “You’re everything we just talked about—authentic, strong, confident. You embody all of that. And you’re beautiful
Aria’s POVMy daughter skipped happily between Jessica and me, her excitement written all over her face. “Today, I get to be a real model!” she exclaimed happily, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I smiled at her. But inside, my heart was palpitating. “We’re really doing this,” I muttered under m
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Okay… I’m honestly not ready yet, but well… let’s do this.”When we finally stepped onto the set, the room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, their eyes wide with astonishment. For a brief moment, I sensed the panic rising within me. Why w
Victor’s POV“Where are they?” I murmured to myself, scanning the busy studio with increasing eagerness. I slipped through crew members fixing the lights and other photography equipment, and some staff arranging some kind of library or office setup. Then I found myself carefully weaving between ra