Evelyn's POV
The final photographs were still displayed across several monitors when the day's work finally came to an end.
For a few moments, I simply stood there looking at them alongside everyone else.
The studio had gradually become quieter. Some employees were already gathering equipment. Others were discussing edits and layouts for upcoming magazine releases. Yet despite the activity around us, the attention of almost everyone remained fixed on the images filling the screens.
My images.
The thought still felt strange.
A few hours ago, I had walked into Maison Étoile feeling nervous about my first international photoshoot. Now an entire creative team was discussing which photographs should appear on magazine covers.
Life had a strange way of moving faster than expected.
The lead photographer folded his arms while studying one particular image.
It was from the silver gown.
The same gown that had stolen everyone's attention the moment I stepped out of the dressing room.
