CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO 

HAZEL

Darius and I approached the studio where we were to take our wedding photos, and a thrill ran through me. I could barely wait for it to start. 

My back was up straight, as I looked through the window, staring at the way the place was colored up with neon lights. It would definitely be a thing of beauty at night. 

“Would they be the one to tell us poses to strike?” I asked Darius. 

“Of course. What happens if we have a blank mind, and don’t know what poses to strike? Would they allow the pictures to come out messy?” He asked, as the car slowed...