Though it was hard to get Abby to put down the toys, Cam asked her to move to the other studio at first so he could take a few seated poses of her wearing the wings. When she balked at the plain black backdrop, Preston pointed out, “Don’t you think Mommy will like these better than the ones you’ll get from school?”
“Well, yeah,” Abby said, rolling her eyes, as if it wasn’t obvious these photographs would be worlds better because she had on her wings in them. “But Cam promised me fairy backgrounds—”
“And we’ll get to those,” Preston told her. “Honey, we’re here all afternoon. So take a few pictures in this room, and listen to Cam when he tells you how he wants you to pose, okay? He’s the photographer. He knows what to do.”
Abby pouted. “But—”
“He has the camera, doesn’t he?” Preston poi
