The director nodded solemnly.
"Dear Lilian," he said, with a tone that carried the weight of authority, "you must understand— a woman's beauty shines brighter when complemented by a man."
The bearded director had only thought of pairing them after seeing Morrison. The man was stunning—sharp, chiseled features, effortlessly charming, and a body that looked perfect for the camera. On top of that, he carried an elegant aura that translated flawlessly on film.
And yes, a woman's beauty should be highlighted by a man. But what really thrilled the director was the way this man looked at Lilian—there was something in that gaze, something electric. He could already imagine the sparks that would fly if they shot together. For a photographer, nothing could be more exhilarating.
"No way!"
Lilian rejected him instantly, without hesitation.
"My brother would never agree either. Why don't you call him and ask?"
