Chapter 88


    Anthony would need to work harder. On the other side, Eric drove his car to Moon Studio.


    Moon Studio served as a studio that exclusively did photoshoots for celebrities or even the international


    blockbuster in Burlington.


    They were weed by Mingail, the person-in-charge of Moon Studio, upon their arrival.


    “Hey, Eric. You’re here,” said Mingail with a bright smile on her face.


    “Yeah! We need your ce to take a photoshoot or two. Would that be troubling you?” Eric asked


    politely. 1


    “Not at all, no worries. We have all the props and costumes avable, so feel free to use them.” Mingail


    shook her head while scrutinizing Charmine from head to toe.


    Eric brought Charmine to the wardrobe. She picked an avocado green dress and tied her hair up in a


    ponytail.


    “Let’s start now,” said Charmine to Eric.


    “You sure you don’t need any makeup or styling?” he asked. 1


    “No. Make me look as mediocre as possible,” said Charmine sternly as she walked toward the


    backdrop.


    The backdrop was white, as dull as dishwater.


    Eric did not get why Charmine would prefer a mediocre shot when others would usually want to be at


    their best. 1


    Tiffany’s pictures were morous. Did Charmine not want to be on top of her?


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    “Charmine, are you trying to smash the cracked pot?”


    “Do I look like that’s what I’m trying to do?” Charmine rolled her eye.


    “Just get the shot done. Put them up online after some rough edits. You’ll know my intentions three


    dayster,” Charmine continued, stumping him.


    He knew that Charmine would not let the cat out of her bag, so he decided not to ask further and just


    do as he was requested to.


    During the shoot, Charmine posed herself either sitting on the floor, pretending to yawn nonchntly a


    few times, or casually holding onto her chin. With no makeup, she looked in. Not to mention, the


    avocado green dress made her seem like any other ordinary bystander.


    “Look, Charmine. Are you sure you want to publish this?” asked Eric, who was unable to suppress his


    disagreement any longer.


    “Yes, as soon as possible. Remember, only rough edits.” She tapped Eric on his shoulder to stress that


    this was what she wanted.


    It had been such a long time since she had burned the midnight’s oil this way. She was drained after


    the shoot and could not help constantly yawning after she left the studio.


    Out of the blue, a ck sports car stopped right next to her. Behind in the passenger’s seat was a


    muscr figure who was moving forward to open the door.


    “Why are you here?” Charmine asked curiously when she saw him.