“Ugh. You have to be kidding me.”
The photographer stared at Yoo-jin, looking frustrated. As if she wasn’t the one who had made Yoo-jin cry in the first place.
“You know what? You can take a break for now. Collect yourself and we can try again. Who’s next? What about you, Sian? Come on up.”
The photographer did the asking, talking, and directing. And I stepped onto the set. Jia cheered me on and I winked at her. I wasn’t nervous at all. The only thought running through my brain was what the hell was I doing here. I was also praying that this crazy old bitch wouldn’t do something to get on my nerves.
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