Winter Lines And Wedding Dates
~ Alyssa ~ If there’s one thing AQ does best, it’s beautiful chaos. The entire studio hums with it — stylists scurrying like bees, racks of couture gowns gliding past, the faint clatter of coffee cups, and camera shutters. Somewhere, Elle’s shouting about lighting, and Kelsi’s yelling something about “romantic winter minimalism."” It’s loud, uncoordinated… and perfect. Greyson’s beside me, impossibly composed in a slate-gray suit, holding Hope in one arm and an espresso in the other like he was born for this. He kisses Hope’s forehead before handing her to the nursery attendant — though not without a small struggle. She clings to his tie like it’s a lifeline. “Let go, sunshine,” he murmurs, chuckling as she refuses. The attendant laughs. “She’s strong-willed today. We’ve found bri
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