London rain had a different quality than Ridgeview rain. Softer, somehow, less like weather and more like ambiance, the kind of gray drizzle that made the whole city look intentionally lit for a photograph rather than simply overcast.
I noticed things like that now. Four years of professional photography work did that to a person, turned ordinary weather into compositional notes you couldn't quite switch off.
"Voss." Priya stuck her head into the shared photo desk office, sharp bob swinging with the movement. "Editorial wants the Redgrave spread finalized by six. And someone needs to talk to the stylist about the shoes again."
"What's wrong with the shoes this time?"
"Apparently they're the wrong kind of expensive." Priya rolled her eyes with the specific weariness of someone t
