KATY’S POV
“Let’s see that smile,” my photographer calls out, the camera clicking nonstop.
I tilt my chin, flick my hair over one shoulder, and give him another pose. I’ve been perched on this tall stool for almost an hour, and all I want is to take off my jacket and breathe.
“Perfect. Hold that,” he says.
The shutter fires again.
“And… that’s all!”
I let out a breath of relief and slide off the stool, my legs stiff as they hit the floor. Almost immediately, Sam is at my side, pressing a cool face towel into my hands and passing me a bottle of water.
“You were amazing, ma’am,” she says, her eyes bright.
“Thank you, Sam.” I dab at my forehead and take a drink. “Please pick the best photo for the magazine.”
She nods eagerly, and pulls out her tablet. Then her smile fades slightly as
