Elara was pretty sure the universe hated her. It had to, right? There was no other explanation for why she was now stuck in a ridiculously tight hallway with Amara Lyselle of all people, with not a single soul around to witness her slow descent into madness.
The day had started off simple enough: finish the photoshoot, smile at the camera, and try to ignore Amara's relentless staring. But now? Now she was caught in this bizarre situation, sandwiched between a wall and Amara's flustered face after what could only be described as a spectacularly stupid accident.
