Camila Martinez flicked her long, dark hair over one shoulder as she settled into the plush chair behind her desk. The early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on her worktable littered with sketches and gemstones. With a deep breath, she opened her laptop and began to compose an email.
"Okay, let's get this straight," she murmured to herself, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She always talked through her emails before committing to the words. "I need to see the canvas I'm working with."
"Good morning,
Thank you for agreeing to collaborate. As we discussed, your anonymity will be respected. However, to ensure the jewellery complements your features and stature, I'll need some specific photos. Could you provide me with various
