NATALIA
I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. For the first time, I decided I needed to see things for myself. I had been avoiding the shoot, leaving everything to Wesley while I stayed away. But today, something pushed me to go.
I picked up my phone and checked the itinerary Wesley had sent earlier. The location was a beautiful park on the edge of the city. I quickly got dressed in simple jeans and a white blouse, grabbed my bag, and drove there. My hands felt a little shaky on the steering wheel. Since I had not done any active planning myself, I had no idea what to expect. In my mind, I pictured chaos — missing equipment, confused models, or Wesley looking lost and needing my help to fix everything.
When I arrived, I parked the car and walked toward the set. What
