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Tilly had insisted doing the photoshoot the very next day. Mia suspected she was worried that she would back out if she didn’t pin her down soon. Mia had assumed that the photo shoot would just be her posing in her normal clothes. How wrong she had been.

“I feel ridiculous,” she moaned. She tugged on the flowy white fabric that Tilly had insisted was a dress but felt more like a small bed sheet. Even Hamlet was looking up at her with a confused expression.

“You look amazing. It’s totally perfect for this project. You’re like a wood elf spirit or something.”

Tilly’s theme was ethereal. She’d decided that she wanted Mia as some kind of natural goddess. Mia just felt like a natural idiot.

Mia sighed. “Whatever you say. Now what do you want me to do?”

They’d come to a part of the creek Mia hadn’t yet explored. It was further down than where the popular crowd hung out, and for