CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
HAZEL
Darius and I approached the studio where we were to take our wedding photos, and a thrill ran through me. I could barely wait for it to start.
My back was up straight, as I looked through the window, staring at the way the place was colored up with neon lights. It would definitely be a thing of beauty at night.
“Would they be the one to tell us poses to strike?” I asked Darius.
“Of course. What happens if we have a blank mind, and don’t know what poses to strike? Would they allow the pictures to come out messy?” He asked, as the car slowed to a stop.
My heart was pounding, and I could barely keep the smile out of my face. Even while the car moved, I pushed the door open, and Darius sat up to hold me back.
“Chill.” I laughed, and stepped out, the minute
