I sat there quietly, comparing my failed attempt to the photographs that featured Lady Ayane, lining them up side by side as if the answers might magically reveal themselves if I stared long enough. The difference was immediate—painfully obvious. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't something you needed a trained eye to see. The gap between my work and hers screamed at me the moment my eyes settled on the screen.
"Hmm…" I let out a low hum without realizing it, my brows knitting together as I leaned closer. Ella was beside me, equally focused, her gaze flicking between the images the same way mine was. She wasn't saying anything at first, but I could tell she was doing her own mental comparison, probably spotting flaws before I even voiced them.
"There's no way I could pull off something like that," she finally said, her voice subdued. "I don't think I could manage it even if I tried using a similar pose."
