Katie had been flipping through the documents on her desk when she caught a subtle adjustment needed on Guinevere’s shot. Small, but critical. Without a second thought, she grabbed the file and made her way to the studio, intent on informing the photographer before the mistake cemented itself into permanence.

But the instant she stepped inside, her breath faltered.

There they were.

Guinevere and Cleopatra stood far too close, their proximity almost intimate, their exchange smooth and razor-sharp. Words laced with challenge slipped between them effortlessly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. No one pretended to work. Every gaze was fixed on the charged space they occupied.

Something...