MELISSA'S POV

“Alright,” the photographer called, stepping away from his camera, “that’s a wrap!”

I exhaled — long and deep.

Finally.

“Perfect work, both of you,” Marco said, clapping his hands. “You’ve got chemistry, and I love it.”

I didn’t even glance at Xavier. I just turned and headed straight for the dressing area.

I peeled off the silk jacket, grabbed my bag, and changed into my clothes .My curls were still in place, makeup was still looking so nice. But ...