I couldn't find Isabella on the chair she was sitting on previously. Sitting down on it myself, I watched Mr. Zack hand the script over to Nico. We were shooting the video first before taking the pictures.
A million questions raced through my mind, all pointing back to one thing: I didn't know if the anger I held against Nico would even let me breathe the same air as him.
"Jade," Mr. Zack called out.
I snapped out of my trance and walked toward him.
"All you have to do is stand in front of the table and let Nico do the rest," he instructed, showing me exactly how to pose by doing it himself.
I copied his stance, looking directly at the camera setup. I placed both hands on the table, trying to anchor myself.
Nico was wearing only his jeans, which hung low enough to show the brand of h
