Chapter 78: Elena Vargas, can we talk

"You look absolutely beautiful," the photographer said, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. I smiled in response, feeling a rush of warmth from the compliment.

The studio was a hive of activity. Large, bright lights were strategically placed around the room, casting a soft, flattering glow on the set.

A backdrop of vibrant, cascading flowers framed the scene, creating a lush, enchanting atmosphere. Assistants scurried around, adjusting lights and props, while the makeup artist made last-minute touches to my face.

I was wearing a flowing, emerald green gown that hugged my curves and shimmered under the studio lights. The fabric was soft against my skin, and the color brought out the warmth in my complexion. My hair, a cascade of black curls, had been styled to perfection, each curl bouncing with every step I took.