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𝓑𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 x 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿
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PHOTOSHOOT STUDIO – DAY
I'M PERCHED in this ridiculously high makeup chair, feeling like I might float away at any moment. The makeup artist is on what feels like the fifteenth touch-up of the day, and while I appreciate the effort, if she dabs one more thing on my cheek, I'm pretty sure I'll become one with the brush. As she swirls her magic around my face, I sneak a peek at my phone, firing off a text to Mikayla—my best friend and personal therapist on days like this.
Olivia (texting): Tell your brother if he steals my chips again, I'm unfriending him. In real life. Also, remind me why I agreed to this shoot? Save me.
Just as I hit send, I catch Rachel, my manager, making her way over, and I can tell from her expression that something is brewing. You know that look? The one that's excited but trying not to show it too much? Classic Rachel. She stops beside me, hovering like she's waiting for me to notice her. Hello? I'm busy here!
"Busy?" she asks, a teasing smirk creeping into her voice. I don't even bother looking up, too engrossed in my phone.
"Mhmm, just preventing a world crisis with this text," I mumble lazily, still tapping away. Rachel finally plops down next to me, which is never a good sign. She only sits when it's serious.
