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Authors: Lily Thorn
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Tess snapped furiously as they approached. At least she had already decided she was never getting married. She couldn’t imagine putting on a poofy white dress and pretending to be happy.
But if she had to marry someone, surely that huge, handsome man who rescued her earlier that week wouldn’t be too bad…
No. Tess bit the inside of her lip as the guests trailed the bride and groom into one of the huge tents. That was a crazy thought. She didn’t have time for love right now, not that she loved Cade. That would be absolutely insane. She had just met the man, and he had probably forgotten her by now. Besides, there was no point in falling in love. It would just end horribly. Her parents were proof of that.
Behind her, there was a snapping sound.
“Excuse me.”
Tess turned. It seemed the mother of the bride was snapping at her.
“What are we paying you for? It’s time for family photos.”
Tess smiled painfully, willing herself not to bludgeon this woman with her camera. “I thought everyone might want some refreshments first, but I’m ready for whichever group you can round up.”
The mother of the bride stalked off, muttering about no-good, overpriced photographers.
Tess clenched her camera, trying to breathe. She was getting $500 for this wedding. That was what she had to remember. All she had to do was endure a gig or two like this every weekend—she suppressed a shudder—and she might be able to buy plane tickets by the end of the season.
“Botswana. Tanzania. Namibia,” she whispered to herself as the mother of the bride stalked back toward her. “These weddings will be worth it.”
By the time Tess finished the group shots, she wasn’t sure about that anymore. The group portraits had dragged on into the afternoon. Her clients wanted endless permutations, while their family members wanted food, drink, and a reprieve from photos in the blistering sun.
The session went particularly badly with the mother of the bride haranguing everyone, nitpicking Tess’s instructions, and frowning in most of the photos she appeared in. Tess felt drained by the time the group shots were completed, and she still had a few more hours to get through.
She slipped into the tent, hoping that the mother of the bride wouldn’t follow her. Securing her camera at her waist, Tess sidled up to the bar.
“Could I get a glass of ice water?” she asked.
The bartender nodded. “Coming right up.”
She only had time for a single sip of the wondrously cool liquid when there was a tap at her shoulder.
“Ahem.” It was the mother of the bride. Of course.
“Can I help you?” Tess asked.
“Yes!” The mother threw up her hands. “You can take photos, which is what we hired you for! My darling is over there.” She pointed a bony finger at the head table, where Amy and Richard were surrounded by a knot of well-wishers.
Tess set her glass aside, trying not to let her emotions play across her face. She had exactly one ten-minute break written into her contract, but she didn’t want to argue over ten minutes when $500 was on the line.
Forcing a smile, she picked up her camera. “I’ll get some right away.”
“See that you do.” The mother of the bride prowled to the other side of the tent, probably to harass some other poor vendor.
At least she hadn’t snapped her fingers this time, or Tess would have been sorely tempted to break them.
Defiantly, Tess took one more sip of water before heading toward the bride and groom. Weaving her way through their admirers, she finally made it to Amy and Richard.
“I’m going to take some candid shots,” she told them. “Just have fun. Pretend I’m not even here.”
Later, she thought that they might have taken her too seriously. Not only did they ignore her, but she practically had to chase them around the tent as they ping-ponged from one side to another in rapid succession. She was glad Amy was wearing a white dress, or she might have lost her. Richard seemed to
But if she had to marry someone, surely that huge, handsome man who rescued her earlier that week wouldn’t be too bad…
No. Tess bit the inside of her lip as the guests trailed the bride and groom into one of the huge tents. That was a crazy thought. She didn’t have time for love right now, not that she loved Cade. That would be absolutely insane. She had just met the man, and he had probably forgotten her by now. Besides, there was no point in falling in love. It would just end horribly. Her parents were proof of that.
Behind her, there was a snapping sound.
“Excuse me.”
Tess turned. It seemed the mother of the bride was snapping at her.
“What are we paying you for? It’s time for family photos.”
Tess smiled painfully, willing herself not to bludgeon this woman with her camera. “I thought everyone might want some refreshments first, but I’m ready for whichever group you can round up.”
The mother of the bride stalked off, muttering about no-good, overpriced photographers.
Tess clenched her camera, trying to breathe. She was getting $500 for this wedding. That was what she had to remember. All she had to do was endure a gig or two like this every weekend—she suppressed a shudder—and she might be able to buy plane tickets by the end of the season.
“Botswana. Tanzania. Namibia,” she whispered to herself as the mother of the bride stalked back toward her. “These weddings will be worth it.”
By the time Tess finished the group shots, she wasn’t sure about that anymore. The group portraits had dragged on into the afternoon. Her clients wanted endless permutations, while their family members wanted food, drink, and a reprieve from photos in the blistering sun.
The session went particularly badly with the mother of the bride haranguing everyone, nitpicking Tess’s instructions, and frowning in most of the photos she appeared in. Tess felt drained by the time the group shots were completed, and she still had a few more hours to get through.
She slipped into the tent, hoping that the mother of the bride wouldn’t follow her. Securing her camera at her waist, Tess sidled up to the bar.
“Could I get a glass of ice water?” she asked.
The bartender nodded. “Coming right up.”
She only had time for a single sip of the wondrously cool liquid when there was a tap at her shoulder.
“Ahem.” It was the mother of the bride. Of course.
“Can I help you?” Tess asked.
“Yes!” The mother threw up her hands. “You can take photos, which is what we hired you for! My darling is over there.” She pointed a bony finger at the head table, where Amy and Richard were surrounded by a knot of well-wishers.
Tess set her glass aside, trying not to let her emotions play across her face. She had exactly one ten-minute break written into her contract, but she didn’t want to argue over ten minutes when $500 was on the line.
Forcing a smile, she picked up her camera. “I’ll get some right away.”
“See that you do.” The mother of the bride prowled to the other side of the tent, probably to harass some other poor vendor.
At least she hadn’t snapped her fingers this time, or Tess would have been sorely tempted to break them.
Defiantly, Tess took one more sip of water before heading toward the bride and groom. Weaving her way through their admirers, she finally made it to Amy and Richard.
“I’m going to take some candid shots,” she told them. “Just have fun. Pretend I’m not even here.”
Later, she thought that they might have taken her too seriously. Not only did they ignore her, but she practically had to chase them around the tent as they ping-ponged from one side to another in rapid succession. She was glad Amy was wearing a white dress, or she might have lost her. Richard seemed to
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