~CAKE~
The shoot ended better than it started.
By the second set, I stopped letting people adjust me like a mannequin. The first hour had been constant repositioning—chin up, shoulder back, tilt more, soften, relax. I was not stiff. I was irritated. There’s a difference. Eventually I told the stylist to stop touching me and just tell me what she wanted. After that, everything clicked. I moved how I wanted, held the poses longer, shifted my weight naturally instead of waiting for instruction. The photographer stopped over-directing and started shooting.
Elianna watched most of it from behind the monitors, arms folded, expression sharp and observant. Sienna cried halfway through because she said I looked “iconic,” which was dramatic even for her. Elianna told her to fix her mascara and st
