~CAKE~
Lunch had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.
The restaurant was on a quiet street not far from the studio, all glass windows and soft music and the kind of menu that used words like artisan and seasonal next to everything. Normally Elianna and I were the annoying customers who interrogated the waiter about ingredients like detectives with a warrant. Today we were too busy scrolling through the ridiculous number of selfies we had taken after the shoot.
Sienna leaned across the table, laughing as Elianna swiped through the pictures on her phone.
“Oh my God, look at this one,” Elianna said, turning the screen toward us. “Cake, your face looks like you’re about to punch the photographer.”
“That’s because he told me to ‘look natural’ while I was standing there half naked on a
