MELISSA’S POV
The phone call from Marco the previous morning had been short and upbeat, the way he always sounded when he was organizing something big.
“Melissa,” he’d said, his voice carrying that familiar enthusiasm, “tomorrow’s shoot is important. It’s going to be different from the usual—more emotion, more connection. You’ll do great. Just be at the studio at 9am..,okay?”
I’d agreed without thinking too much of it, because honestly, my brain was still tangled up in what had happened with Xavier. Every time I replayed it in my head, my chest tightened and my stomach twisted and the last text he sent. I hadn't even bothered to reply it. Even when I tried to sleep, my mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to the way his voice had sounded, the way he’d looked at me.
By morning, I’d told m
