Bab 334: No kiss

As I stepped into the studio, a familiar hum of activity greeted me. Assistants were rushing back and forth, photographers were setting up their equipment, and stylists were flipping through racks of clothes.

The air was thick with the scent of makeup and the faint tang of fabric steamers. Despite my rushed arrival, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in the controlled chaos.

A stylist hurried toward me, clipboard in hand. "Elena, you made it! Good. We're a little pressed for time, so let's get you into wardrobe immediately."

I nodded, offering a quick smile before following her to a spacious corner sectioned off with panels. Inside, racks of clothing gleamed under the soft lighting, each piece more stunning than the last.

The stylist gestured to a fitted, sleek dress in a deep emerald green with an asymmetrical neckline. 

"This is your main look for today," she said. "It's bold but elegant, just the vibe we're going for."