CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
HAZEL
The shoot went on, and Darius and I were completely immersed in our poses. At first, it was hard for the staff to relax, and let down their guard, but as time went on, I caught them giving occasional smiles whenever me or Darius did something that appeared silly.
Like when I fell into a pile of rose petals because I tripped on my dress. Darius had been too slow, and was apologetic, but he couldn’t help laughing as I fell with a strange ‘puff’ sound, and all the petals flew upwards from the crash. They had taken a picture, and when Darius commended them because he loved the picture, I felt the tension break a little.
Unfortunately, I hated my expression which looked more like the scowl on a drenched cat, but Darius claimed it as his best picture.
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