( Michelle Lui's POV)
By the time our impromptu fall photoshoot finally wrapped up, the sky had shifted from warm apricot to deep amber. The golden-hour glow had become richer, heavier, and the air carried a gentle bite announcing the early evening chill.
Everyone was tired.
But happy tired — the good kind, the kind that made your cheeks hurt from laughing and your camera roll explode.
Vince dramatically threw himself onto a bench.
"I am done. Fold me. Put me in a museum."
Jeff shoved him. "Then stay still for once."
Kate stretched her neck from side to side.
"I swear, if I see one more tree that looks 'perfect for a picture'—"
"You'll take a picture anyway," Lara said.
"…yeah," Kate admitted.
Jasmine adjusted her scarf delicately, still holding Anthony's arm like she was afraid he might drift away with the wind.
Anthony didn't move.
Didn't tug his arm away.
Didn't lean either.
Just… existed.
