Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

During her recovery days, Sabrina dedicated herself to Photoshop, tirelessly perfecting the photos for her client.
The client, thoroughly pleased with the results, granted Sabrina permission to showcase a few selected photos on Twitter.
After she had recovered, Sabrina immediately immersed herself in Bella’s extensive shooting.
Bella opted for the most comprehensive package, which spanned two days and covered many clothes, backgrounds, and
scenes. The first day was dedicated to the interior scenes, while the second was outdoors.
During the interior shots, Evan was close by with his client.
Seeing Sabrina with Bella, Evan pursed his lips and clenched his fists, seething with jealousy. In his eyes, it should have been
him in that position, not Sabrina.
After Sabrina completed the photos and handed them to Bella, Bella was impressed and praised Sabrina for her exceptional
work.
With so many things going on in her life, Sabrina didn’t realize she had already spent a month in Philade.
Except for her friends, Bettie and Aylin, Sabrina paid Little attention to her hometown affairs, choosing to focus on her own life.
Soon enough, another order came Sabrina’s way.
Perusing the details, she found it a bit perplexing. The client had opted for the most expensive package, akin to Bella’s choice,
Leading Sabrina to wonder why the assignment landed on her.
Did the client this time specifically request her to be the photographer? Could it be one of Bella’s friends?

Pondering these questions, Sabrina chose not to overthink them, trusting that the assignment had found its way to her for a
reason.
The day before the shooting, Sabrina dialed up the client using the digits stashed away in the system.
Once the call linked up, Sabrina chimed in with a dash of flair, “Hey there, is this Keilani? Sabrina here, the photographer in
charge of your shooting.”
After a beat, a feminine voice responded, “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?”
Sabrina, sensing a hint of déja vu in the voice, pressed on, “I’ve got a burning desire to chat about your go-to style. Any special
requests for the vibe and backdrop of your shooting?”
“Hmm... Hashing this out over the phone feels like deciphering hieroglyphics. Let’s rendezvous on-site tomorrow,” came the
reply.
Sabrina, caught off guard, responded with a simple, “Okay.”
As the day of the shooting unfolded, Sabrina caught sight of the woman prepping in the dressing room. There was a twinge of
recognition, a whisper of familiarity.
It didn’t take long for Sabrina to connect the dots. Keilani, the woman before her, had crossed paths and clashed with both her
and Bettie on a flight to Austrain. And the drama didn’t stop there.
Another skirmish had unfolded at Linbourne shopping mall, this time over a watch.
No wonder that voice felt oddly familiar the day before.

Sabrina’s mind raced. Why did Keilani tap her as the photographer?