I followed her inside, my nerves kicking up a notch as we walked through the familiar entrance. The studio was buzzing with activity, as it always was on shoot days. Photographers, assistants, stylists everyone was in motion, preparing for the day ahead.
Isabel led me to the dressing room, where a team of stylists was already waiting. They descended on me the moment I walked in, fussing over my hair and makeup, adjusting my outfit, making sure every detail was perfect.
Carmen's handiwork was quickly replaced by the professional touch of the stylists, though I couldn't help but smile as I remembered her playful antics. I knew she'd probably give me a hard time about it later, but for now, I was focused on the shoot.
