A week had passed, and the final shoot was underway. The entire set buzzed with excitement, yet there was an undeniable air of nostalgia lingering in the atmosphere.
Ever stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft fabric of her outfit. Her reflection stared back at her, and even she had to admit something about her had changed. She was glowing, her features softer, her eyes carrying an unexplainable warmth.
Allesandro had noticed too.
From a distance, he watched her with narrowed eyes, arms folded as Matteo whispered something in his ear.
"Boss, I swear, she's looking even more beautiful lately," Matteo teased. "You sure you don't wanna lock this one down for good?"
Allesandro shot him a side glance but said nothing. He knew something was different, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
