Alice’s POV
Mum woke me up early. The designer had arrived.
Her name was Maltina—a young, stylish woman who seemed to carry herself like she’d walked right out of a fashion magazine. She was in charge of everything for the upcoming family photoshoot.
“We should take the pictures in the garden,” she said with confidence. “It’ll bring out the distinct colors of your dresses and create harmony with nature.”
Mum had decided on a garden-themed photoshoot.
The irony? She wasn’t married yet. Weren’t these kinds of pictures usually reserved for post-wedding bliss? I couldn’t help but think about it, especially seeing how Elliott just… let her do whatever she wanted. Like he adored the chaos she brought with her.
“This just needs a little holding at the sides,” Maltina said, tugging at the fa
