Lisa
I woke up early today just to get ready, driving over an hour to the other side of the city to shoot that rich lady's son and soon to be daughter-in-law and to see if they want me to shoot their wedding.
Just past the city line, I pull up to a large well-kept colonial house. Bambam wasn't kidding when he said that this lady must have money.
Hopping out of my truck, I walk up to the front door, making sure no dirt is on the bottom of my shoes before knocking.
A few moments later, a woman in her late forties opens the door. She's in a navy blue dress, with her skin fair and her light blonde bob hair clearly dyed. Pearls adorn her neck and earlobes.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Lisa Manoban, the photographer that you have hired for your son and his fiancée." I introduce myself, outstretching my hand to her.
"Oh, yes." she's says, while shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you. Come on in." She ushers me inside the lavish house, closing the front door behind her. "I'm Barbara, and my son should be down any second. Why don't you take a seat?" she says, leading me to the sitting room.
I take a seat on the pristine white sofa, feeling uncomfortable in such an extravagant place. I can only imagine the immaculate tea parties and intellectual book clubs that must have been held here.
"Taehyung!" she calls up the stairs.
A moment later, I hear a pair of footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Where's Taehyung?" I hear Barbara ask.
"He's still on his conference call." a female voice replies.
"Well, when is he going to be done?" Barbara asks impatiently.
"I'm not sure." the voice replies, with aggravation laced behind it.
Barbara lets out a huff. "The photographer is here."
I hear two pairs of footsteps coming up from behind me and soon enough Barbara comes into view along with the last person that I thought I'd ever see.
"Nini?" I breathe out in a rush, utterly shocked. I shoot up from my seat, nearly tumbling over.
She stares back at me with disbelief in her wide blue eyes, just as shocked and as I am.
"Nini?" Barbara says in confusion, with her nose wrinkling in distaste. "No, this is Jennie, my son's fiancée."
