章節 58: Chapter 58: Beneath the Surface
Chapter 58: Beneath the Surface
Lydia Moore's long, silky black hair cascaded down her shoulders, her face untouched by makeup except for a light pink gloss on her lips. The chiffon dress, which reached just below her knees, revealed her fair, slender legs. Her bare feet, white and delicate, touched the ground with a natural purity, like the innocence of a newborn. At this moment, she wore no extravagant attire, just a simple, pale dress with soft, white layers, slightly crumpled like a forest sprite in motion. Unadorned and with a bare face, she exuded a clean, natural aura. Her smile was like a crystal glass filled with clear, cool water, dazzling in its simplicity.
Though she had always emanated a warmth akin to sunlight, Aaron King had never imagined she could be so captivating. In this moment, she resembled a leaf bathed in summer sunlight, fresh and bright. Looking at her made him feel an inexplicable sense of inner clarity and joy. Somewhere deep within him, in a hidden corner of his heart, he found himself breathless.
As he finally managed to suppress this strange, unprecedented feeling, Lydia Moore had already approached him like a light, graceful leaf, smiling gently. "The shoot is about to start. Let's do our best together!"
Her hair brushed against her cheek, carrying a faint minty scent, making Aaron King's heart skip a beat. But, ever adept at concealing his true emotions, he maintained his usual stern expression, barking at her, "Idiot, make sure you take this seriously. Don't embarrass me! You look so weird dressed like that…" he muttered in a childish grumble.
"Oh, I got it." Realizing he was being difficult again, Lydia Moore turned her face away, exasperated. As she did, she met James Taylor's gaze, filled with encouragement and trust. She responded with a grateful nod and a warm smile. She also noticed Bella Rose's burning gaze of jealousy and hatred but chose to avoid unnecessary conflict by lowering her head and focusing on getting into the right emotional state for the shoot.
Five minutes later, the crew quickly returned to their positions, ready to begin. Michael, the photographer, raised his camera, prepared to capture the perfect shot. An assistant brought a chair for James Taylor to sit and watch. Bella Rose, seething with resentment, could only stand to the side, clenching her teeth in frustration, while the entire set fell into a tense silence.
The studio lights illuminated them, and all eyes were on the pair. Some held expectations, others doubt, some disdain, and others jealousy. All these emotions merged into a heavy, silent anticipation.
Noticing a slight tremor beside him, Aaron King frowned and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Idiot, just follow my lead and don't be too nervous." As if to convey his confidence, he tenderly ruffled her black hair.
Lydia Moore felt a wave of warmth ripple through her heart, and the nervousness that had gripped her vanished, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. The exchanged glances between them carried a soft warmth.
"We can start now!" Michael the photographer urged impatiently, eager to wrap up the shoot.
In front of the camera, Aaron King slowly lowered his head, his profile blending with the light in a way that made him appear ethereal. His nose was as straight as white jade, his jawline perfect. His gaze was deep, filled with intense emotion that made one's heart tremble. His warm hand caressed her fair face, his clean, slender fingers gently tracing her skin, leaving a lingering warmth.
Lydia Moore looked up, her smile blooming like a rose under his affectionate gaze, radiating a fresh and natural vibe. There was no shyness in her eyes; instead, they reflected a quiet happiness, pure and simple, like the light reflecting off morning dew. The deep love hidden in her eyes was like a pearl nestled in the ocean's depths, clear and transparent. The chiffon layers of her dress rippled like water, bringing a coolness to the scene.
At this moment, her emotions were completely genuine, as if the beauty in her eyes flowed directly from the depths of her soul. Had she ever… loved someone before? Aaron King's fingers trembled slightly as he pondered this.
Silence permeated the air as Lydia Moore's thoughts drifted back to every memory of Ethan Knight— from their first meeting to their farewell, from the height of summer to the warmth of spring, from sunrise to sunset. As long as he was there, her world was bathed in sunlight. Meeting him was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her, filling every moment with vibrant colors and the scent of candy and bubbles. She had spent four years waiting, a time not long in duration but deeply imprinted on her heart, filled with so much hope, yet so pure and joyful, something she deeply cherished.
Aaron King's long, thick lashes brushed against his deep eyes, and his cherry-blossom-pink lips pressed a tender kiss to Lydia Moore's smooth forehead, his breath warm. Her eyes sparkled like stars, her smile as clear as a diamond. The slight tremor in her white shoulders and collarbone, the gentle sway of the fishtail hem of her light green chiffon dress, and the bare skin of her legs evoked the freshness and simplicity of summer trees outside a window.
The crew momentarily forgot to breathe, their work coming to a halt as they became entranced by this fairytale-like scene between the prince and the forest sprite. They couldn't believe how beautiful she had become. Her beauty wasn't about her appearance or external embellishments; it wasn't about nobility or elegance. It was a natural beauty, so pure that it brought the freshness of a rain-soaked forest into the air.
If Bella Rose had embodied a young girl's delicate purity, Lydia Moore had taken the vibrant, natural beauty of sunlight and leaves and elevated it to the fullest expression of what "Breeze" was meant to represent. Love, in its purest form, should be as simple and natural as life itself, clean and unadorned.
Michael the photographer, who had initially looked down on Lydia Moore, was now deeply moved by her performance. He suddenly understood why James Taylor had insisted on casting her as Delar's lead. Capturing the breathtaking kiss between the two, he didn't hold back his applause, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration. The other crew members, equally impressed, began to clap as well.
The dramatic shift in the room left Bella Rose humiliated. After glaring at Lydia Moore with seething hatred, she stormed out of the studio with Zhang Jie in tow. James Taylor didn't approach her; instead, he quietly shared in Lydia's joy from a distance, making a silent decision in his heart.
Although the chance of a miracle had been just one percent, Lydia Moore had succeeded through her hard work. She was now one step closer to her dream.
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