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7

Tatum drives Sadie to the photo shoot location in LA. They park behind a big building. Tatum goes to open the door but Sadie stops her, "Wait, hold on. Put these on."

Sadie hands her a pair of sunglasses. The redhead puts her own on and opens the door. Tatum shrugs and does as told.

"We'll go through the backdoor. There are usually people out front that try to get pictures. That's why I gave you the glasses," she explains.

"Oh. That makes sense," the girl answers. Sadie smiles and instinctively loops her hand around Tatum's arm. When the brunette looks down, Sadie realizes what she's done.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I usually am with Jenna, Emma, or Mikey. Force of habit," Sadie pulls her arm away. Although Tatum didn't mind. She was just surprised. Her moms aren't overly affectionate in public so Tatum is that way too. She is okay with physical contact, she's just not used to it.

"I wasn't uncomfortable, just surprised," Tatum admits, "I've never been super close with people, I guess."

Tatum opens the door for Sadie who walks in, "Thank you."

They walk into a lobby and Sadie walks up to the front desk. Both of them take their glasses off now that they are inside.

"Sadie! It's so good to see you again," the receptionist says. She hands her two badges, "Tatum Winston, correct?"

"Yes," Tatum answers nervously.

"Welcome," she says. Sadie thanks the receptionist and hands Tatum a badge. She looks down to find her name on it.

"Wow, I feel like VIP," Tatum comments as the two walk toward the elevator.

"Just you wait until we have to go to premieres and dinner parties. Then you'll really feel like VIP," Sadie smiles. They walk into the elevator and go up to the fifth floor. The door opens to a studio space. There are about four or five other people in the room. One with a measuring tape around her neck.

"Sadie!" she exclaims. The redhead walks over and hugs the girl, "Oh, my! She is adorable!"

Tatum's face blushes and she puts her hand out, "Hi, I'm Tatum."

"Yes! Yes! I've heard all about you!" she answers, "I'm Molly. I do wardrobe for Sadie and others."

"It's nice to meet you," Tatum answers.

"All right, Sadie, let's start by getting you into this. It's Chanel," Molly walks over to a clothes rack and pulls off a dress. Sadie takes it and walks over to an area that is secluded with a curtain. Tatum follows but stays outside of the room.

"Tatum, can you help me zip?" Sadie calls.

"Yeah, can I come in?" she asks back, hesitant to go into the fitting room.

"Yeah," the redhead answers. Tatum pushes the curtain aside and slips into the fitting room. Sadie stands with her back to Tatum, her red hair drawn to the side. Tatum grasps the zipper with her fingers and they brush across Sadie's soft skin, "Your hands are warm."

Tatum blushes but Sadie can't see her, "Well, you're probably cold from changing."

She zips the dress all the way up and Sadie puts her hair back, "Thanks."

When she turns around Tatum's eyes widen. She's used to seeing photos of Sadie in designer outfits like this on Instagram. Now, she's standing right in front of her. Sadie smiles and this pulls Tatum back to reality. The girl turns and exits the fitting room with Sadie following.

"Wow, it looks amazing!" Molly smiles, "How does it feel?"

"It's good. I can move around in it," Sadie answers. She raises her arms a little and spins around.

"Good. Try this on next, the top looks a little small so we might have to do some adjusting," Molly explains. She hands the next dress to Tatum, who takes it and walks back to the fitting room. Sadie takes it from Tatum and smiles at her. It's only a couple of seconds later when Sadie calls for Tatum.

"Can you get Molly?" she asks.

"Yeah, of course," Tatum walks out into the studio, "Hey, Molly? Sadie's asking for you."

"I knew it," she sighs, "Time for some alterations."

Molly grabs some supplies before walking to the fitting room. Molly goes right into the fitting room and Tatum hesitantly follows. She figures if Sadie didn't want her in there, Sadie would say something. She doesn't though and Tatum walks in to find Sadie holding her bare chest. The dress is stuck around her abdomen and can't go up any farther because of her wider chest.

"All right, let me get some measurements here," Molly kneels down and measures just under Sadie's breasts and above them, "Do you want to do the last one?"

"I'll hold this here, does that work?" Sadie grabs the measuring tape and holds it right over her breasts. Molly then wraps the rest of the tape around her body, writing the measurements on her hand.

"All right, can you step out and I'll get to work on fixing this?" Molly instructs. Sadie goes back to holding her chest while Molly slides the dress down, leaving Sadie in her underwear, "You can put the Chanel dress back on, the photographers are ready for you."

"Okay, thanks," Sadie answers. Tatum keeps her eyes above Sadie's neckline, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. The redhead bends down and Tatum assumes that she is putting the dress back on, "Will you zip me up again?"

"Yeah," Tatum approaches a now-clothed Sadie and zips her up again. Sadie leaves the fitting room and walks out into the studio with Tatum following. She's not exactly sure what she's supposed to be doing other than doing what Sadie asks.

"All right, Beautiful, you ready?" the photographer asks. Tatum furrows her eyebrows when he calls her "beautiful". Not because she isn't beautiful, but because he called her that. Sadie goes over to the staging area and someone turns on a playlist. He begins to take some pictures while Sadie poses.

Tatum watches in awe. She holds back the biggest smile because she doesn't want Sadie to know she has a crush on her. But for Sadie, she already likes Tatum and wants her to know. This leads her to looking over at Tatum while the photographer works. She has the most intense stare and she captures Tatum in it.

"What are you looking at Sadie?" the photographer asks. He notices her gaze is not on the camera. Sadie breaks the hold she has on Tatum and both girls advert their gazes from each other. Although the photographer isn't stupid, so when he turns around to see Tatum, he puts two and two together, "What's your name, Lovely?"

"Tatum. Tatum Winston," she answers.

"Can you come stand next to me? Sadie's attention seems to draw toward you," he asks. Tatum looks down, "not in a bad way. You're absolutely stunning, but I need her eyes on the camera. So if you're next to the camera, that would help."

"Okay and thank you," Tatum smiles. She stands next to the photographer and Sadie is internally screaming at this. Of course her photographer would make it known that she's staring at Tatum. Although it seemed to have worked out in her favor and now she can put her attention back on Tatum, knowing that the girl is okay with it. If she wasn't, she probably wouldn't have followed the instructions.

The photographer continues to take pictures and Tatum can't help but smile. Although the mood is different when Sadie cocks her head to the side and stares into Tatum's eyes. The brunette bites her lip slightly without her even realizing it. Sadie grins slightly and he snaps a picture.

"Yes, Sadie, that smile was perfect!" he says. This makes Sadie smile even more but her eyes never move from Tatum's. Tatum is falling more for Sadie and that's exactly what the actresses have planned.