"Lift your arms higher," Faye said in full, photographer mode. It was all right for her, she was the visionary behind the lens. Olivia hadn't prepared for a two hour-long session with her sister in months, and was beginning to see why she always avoided being Faye's reluctant assistant.

Olivia hadn't stretched or worked out in what felt like years and was dreading the aches and stiffness bound to make an appearance in the morning. "Are we finished yet?" Olivia huffed as she brushed her jet-black bangs out of her face. She was holding a monolight device in each hand and was beginning to feel the burn.

Faye looked back...