Eluna’s P.O.V.
Click.
Flash.
Smile.
Fake laugh.
Click again.
Eluna… you are a professional.
A professional who currently wants to chuck her very expensive camera into the nearest decorative fountain because the groom keeps blinking and ruining the photo.
"One more time," I said, as politely as I could manage through clenched teeth and the sound of my internal screaming.
“Eyes open this time, Travis.”
The bride giggled.
“He’s been doing that since high school pictures.”
Of course, he has.
It’s always the men.
Still, the lighting was good. Soft, golden—like we paid the sun extra for a glow-up today. The happy couple looked disgustingly adorable, and I knew the Fairview Gazette would eat this up like the last slice of peach cobbler at a church picnic. I adjusted my angl
