Bianca sighed as she adjusted her hair in the mirror, avoiding her own reflection for too long. "So… we're really doing this, huh? Pre-wedding photoshoot."
Adrian leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His posture was casual, but his eyes were guarded. "Apparently, it's mandatory. You know, for the show."
"Right. God forbid our fake marriage doesn't have fake photos to go with it."
Adrian smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't get too excited. We're not doing any of those outdoor, cheesy, sunset-on-the-beach shots."
"Thank God," Bianca muttered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought you'd force us into some ridiculous fairytale theme."
He scoffed lightly. "Please. Why waste time and money on a bunch of photos that are going to end up in the trash the moment this whole act is over?"
That stung more than she expected, but she didn't let it show. "So… indoor studio it is?"
