I sat in my office, surrounded by the muted hum of computers and the low murmurs of my team working diligently in the background. The large windows behind me revealed the bustling city skyline, now softened by the early evening light. I had been here since early morning, but my focus was unwavering.
Alexei, our talented photographer, stood beside me, a series of photos spread out on the sleek mahogany desk. Each one captured Elena in a different light, her ethereal beauty and confident demeanor shining through.
"We have to choose just three," Alexei reminded me, though his voice held a note of sympathy. He knew how difficult this decision was for me.
I picked up one of the photos, examining it closely. Elena's eyes seemed to pierce through the frame, a mix of vulnerability and strength in her gaze. "This one," I said, more to myself than to Alexei.