Hailey
I turn my back on Josh and focus on adjusting the lens, but my hands won't stop trembling. I try to hide it behind precision and posture, but inside, I'm burning with jealousy.
Riley Meeks.
Of course, she is beautiful. Of course, she is flirty. And of course, she has a history with Josh. A part of me wants to scream, throw my camera across the studio, and walk right out the door. But I don't. I can't. Because I'm a professional.
But I'm also human.
I glance up and catch a glimpse of Riley laughing at something the makeup artist said. She's perfect. Or rather, she knows how to look perfect. Every movement, every smile, every flick of her blonde hair is deliberate.
Ugh!
