When March first laid eyes on you, she was absolutely awestruck. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat, stars in her eyes as she stumbled over her words.

How had she got so lucky to work with the definition of beauty?

Each click of March’s camera lit up the room as she snapped a photo of you. The action was repeated throughout the photo shoot, as March struggled to hold herself together.

She was a mess. How could she remain professional when she was faced with such a pretty girl?