Moxie's POV
My internship at the studio started sooner than later and I found myself adjusting pretty well. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder as I walked further in, my eyes scanning the setup instinctively. The set was already halfway built, lights positioned, cameras being tested.
“Morning,” I offered as I passed one of the assistants rushing by with a bundle of cables.
“Hey,” she replied quickly, barely slowing down. “We are already behind.”
That was all she said before she disappeared past me, and I didn’t need more than that to understand the tone of the day.
I moved toward the styling area, setting my bag down and immediately slipping into routine, checking over the garments that had already been prepped, running my fingers along seams, smoothing out fabric, making
