It had rained again earlier, and the pavement outside the studio still glistened from the aftermath, reflecting streaks of dull gold from the late afternoon sun. Val walked toward her car slowly, fingers still adjusting the edge of her sunglasses where they rested in her hair. The shoot had dragged longer than she’d hoped. The new makeup artist couldn’t seem to match her tone, and her feet ached from standing in heels since morning.

She wasn’t alone, though. Aisha walked a few feet ...