The Studio

Isabella POV

I walked alongside Justin, accompanied by my two personal bodyguards. The photography studio was located at a bustling Mall in the city. Looking around, I noticed the studio was humming with activity and workers were diligently focused on their tasks.

We quietly reached a different section of the building within seconds. A guy opened a wooden door and we stepped into the room, revealing the main studio.

The space was filled with an array of professional equipment, from cameras and lighting setups to a variety of backdrops.

There, I spotted a man sitting on a stool, meticulously fixing a camera in his hands, positioned before a gallery wall.

The guy greeted the man, "Mr. Paul, they have arrived."

Mr. Paul, a man with an artistic style and shoulder-length blonde hair, caught my attention as he stood up and approached us with a smile.

While Justin and the others gathered around him, engaging in a conversation, I remained rooted to the spot, taking in the aesthetic s