Michaella, a gifted writer, finds herself haunted by the memories of a love that slipped through her fingers. As she pens down her heartache and cherished moments with Gabrielle, an architect whose charm and warmth once made her world brighter, she...
The morning light was softer today, filtered through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, creating a serene atmosphere. I lay there for a moment, savouring the quiet before the day began. The faint hum of city life outside was a comforting background noise. I knew today would be busy, but I was determined to embrace every moment of it.
Pushing back the covers, I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. The cool tile underfoot sent a shiver up my spine, waking me up fully. I splashed my face with cold water and stared at my reflection in the mirror. "You've got this," I murmured to myself, a ritualistic pep talk before the day began.
After brushing my teeth, I followed my usual skincare routine, carefully applying each product with the care it deserved. The scent of rosewater lingered in the air as I massaged my favourite moisturizer into my skin. My hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders as I brushed through it, deciding to leave it down for the day.
In the kitchen, I brewed a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the small space. I opted for something light for breakfast—a slice of avocado toast topped with a sprinkle of chili flakes and a squeeze of lemon. As I took the first bite, I glanced at my to-do list on the counter. Photoshoot with Ethan, lunch with Alex, visit the book signing venue, and then a night out with the cousins. It was going to be a packed day, but I felt ready.
With breakfast finished, I moved back to my room to get dressed. I chose a pair of high-waisted white trousers and a blue shirt, with a crisp burgundy blouse. It was a look that balanced professionalism with a touch of elegance. I paired it with burgundy heels that added just the right amount of height. A swipe of nude lipstick and a dusting of blush, and I was good to go.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The photoshoot was scheduled at a trendy studio downtown, and as I walked in, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. Ethan was already there, setting up his equipment with the meticulous care that had become his trademark. His presence always brought a sense of calm, even when things got hectic.
"Michaella!" Ethan greeted me warmly, looking up from his camera as I approached. He was dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt, his tousled hair adding to his effortlessly cool vibe.
"Morning, Ethan," I replied with a smile. "Looks like we've got a busy one today."
"Definitely. But you know I wouldn't want it any other way," he said with a grin, adjusting the lighting. "Let's start with the first outfit and go from there."
As we began the shoot, I followed Ethan's guidance, moving through the different poses and outfits with ease. There was a comfortable rhythm to our work—Ethan's quiet instructions, the soft click of the camera, the occasional banter between shots. His ability to make me feel at ease was something I truly valued.
During a break between outfits, Ethan handed me a water bottle and leaned against the wall, his camera hanging from his neck. "You're a natural, Michaella. I swear, every shot looks like it belongs in a magazine."
