ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
I held my pose as Lena circled around me with her camera. The studio lights were blazing hot, making sweat bead along my hairline, but I kept my expression serene. Professional. This was my job. My passion.
"Beautiful, Elena. Hold that." Lena's camera clicked rapidly. "Yes, perfect. The light is hitting you just right."
I shifted slightly, angling my body the way she'd taught me years ago. Modeling wasn't just about being pretty. It was about understanding angles, light, and emotion. It was art.
Lena lowered her camera and smiled at me. "You know what? There's something different about you today."
"Different how?"
"I can't put my finger on it." She tilted her head, studying me. "You're glowing. Radiant. Like you have this secret that makes you happy."
My heart skipped but I kept my face neutral. "Maybe I'm just well rested."
"No, it's more than that." She grinned. "But I won't pry. Whatever it is, keep doing it. You've never looked better."
