Ingrid Alessia’s Point of View Two days later, I found myself in a penthouse suite turned into a war zone of makeup brushes, designer gowns, and camera tripods. The air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and tension. “Final touch-ups!” sigaw ng makeup artist habang hinihila ang mukha ko pabalik sa center. I sat still, letting them paint me into the perfect image of a bride-to-be. Hindi ako humihinga masyado. One wrong move and they’d think I was fragile. But I wasn’t. I was just tired. “Ma’am, your stylist sent the schedule,” sabi ng assistant ko, handing over a thin folder. “Whole day shoot for the announcement. Six looks. One couple shot by the rooftop.” I nodded, flipping through the neatly printed itinerary. My name, paired with his. Ingrid Alessia Romano-Moretti. Parang hindi pa rin totoo. I glanced at the mirror. The woman staring back wore elegance, her smile a weapon. Pero sa likod ng smoky eyes and bold lipstick, I saw it, the exhaustion, the disbelief, the quiet fury
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