Hailey
I step back into the studio, still feeling the echo of Josh's hand in mine, his words swirling in my chest like confetti in slow motion.
The chaos is still here, waiting. Makeup touch-ups are being barked across the set, lighting techs adjusting angles, and Riley... well, Riley is seated on the edge of the backdrop, tapping furiously on her phone, flipping her hair.
I inhale through my nose. You've got this, Hailey. You're not letting this ship sink.
I walk straight up to her. "Riley," I say, calm but firm.
She glances up at me, phone still in hand. "Oh hey. Just giving my followers a little BTS. They love fashion shoots."
I give her a tight smile. "They're going to love this next set even more. You ready?"
She frowns, looking around. "Uh, are we still doing the garden goddess thing? Because, no offense, but this outfit's kind of... earthy."
