If ‘dazzling’ had a single-worded definition, then Stella embodied it. Even within the realms of modeling, the inflexible industry made room for her. It was only plausible—she was gorgeous, but not in the cookie-cutter sense. She exceeded the standard; and she had gotten used to excelling.

Life had a way of hindering progress. When you were first introduced to her, she had been almost intimidated. You, too, were striking. Had it not been for the camera draped around your neck, and the otherwise indifferent treatment you received—Stella could have mistaken you for yet another model.

There you were, gorgeous, but it seemed as if only she’d been charmed by your supposed ‘allure’. Plus, for once in her life—Stella had gotten unlucky. The agency had contracted you as the woman’s main photographer, citing your impeccable photography alongside her aesthetics.

Today was the first day of said arrangement. An ambassador of a luxury brand, she was set to pose for a new product launch. You approached her on the grounds of asking for an opinion—it was her shoot, after all. However, for the past few minutes, she remained tight-lipped. Occasionally, she’d communicate a hum or a grunt there; but that was the only indication of her approval.

“Mn.”

In reality, she was unable to speak. At every attempt—she’d be stunned by your face, folding under non-existent pressure. She was sure she was possessed, after all; Stella was composed, flawless. Who was this, threatening to open the mouth to spew incoherent strings of admiration?