I stood outside of her workroom door as my heart pounded in my chest. I had a notebook and pen in one hand as my other clutched the strap to my camera bag. I blew out a deep breath before I raised a shaky fist to knock on the door. I heard a soft voice telling me to come in.
When I entered the room, it was a bit different. The windows were opened wide with thick, white curtains replaced with sheer, beige ones. The sun was beginning to set in the background and the rays created soft lighting throughout the room.
Ella was in front of the white couch placing black pillows. Her head perked up at the sound of the door hinges creaking. She placed a second pillow on the couch before making her way toward me. I could hear a sharp clicking sound and I noticed that she had on open-toed black hee
