Wyatt Wright was outside the set.
"You can take off the clothes now."
Rae Bennett took off her down jacket, then tried to untie the straps of her nightgown, but her hands were not very cooperative. After tugging a couple of times, the knots only got tighter.
Seeing her nervousness, Wyatt stepped forward and held her hands, "If you're scared, we can just shoot like this."
She shook her head.
It wasn't fear, but nervousness, and perhaps excitement.
She liked the thrill, liked doing crazy things with Wyatt, and she wanted to capture her youngest, most beautiful self in his camera.
Her eyes were passionate, "Wyatt."
"Hmm."
"Am I your most beautiful model?"
Her brother Wyatt was a photographer, so she really wanted to be his model, to take photos that only she could.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wyatt answered, "Yes."
Rae Bennett pulled off the waistband, and the dress slid from her shoulders, falling to the ground.
