Scarlet POV
Their reactions were hilarious. Even now, more than an hour later, Zain is still muttering under his breath like that nude photo is some kind of cursed object.
He’s glaring at his laptop like it just insulted his entire family line, while I’m curled up nearby with my own laptop resting on my legs, flicking through the photos from today. There’s a lot to go through, and most of them look good. A few need minor edits.
I pause on the nude shot. It’s tasteful, elegant, exactly what I was aiming for. Still, there are a few lighting fixes, a small bit of smoothing I want to do. I drag the file into my editor and zoom in.
“What are you doing?” Liam leans over my shoulder.
“Editing,” I say, squinting at a highlight I want to dull. “Just cleaning it up a bit.”
Liam straightens. “Z
