The moment Isabel's words left her mouth, the lazy comfort I'd wrapped myself in all day began to slip away. A photoshoot.
Of course, I hadn't forgotten about it, but I'd been so blissfully lost in my day with Carmen that it hadn't even crossed my mind. Now, the reality of it was crashing down on me like a cold wave.
I dragged myself off the couch, giving Carmen a look that was half-apologetic, half-annoyed. She just groaned in response, rolling over and burying her face in the cushions.
"Don't go," she mumbled, her voice muffled. "Tell Isabel to reschedule. Or better yet, tell her you're sick. Food poisoning from all that pizza."
I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of her suggestion, even as I shook my head. "You know I can't do that. It's not just a photoshoot; it's important."