That last phrase he left me gave me more reasons to ponder. Our photos are in magazines for his hotel, how can he forget?
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Hi, Mia.”
“What are you thinking about? Your face spells anxiousness.”
“Well, when I said goodbye to Gabriel, he told me that he wants a photoshoot with me sometime.”
“Isn’t that sweet? He wants another one?”
“No, it’s like he wants it because he can’t remember that we had worked together for his hotel?”
“Did he say this is your first?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“No.”
“Maybe he is referring to your pre-wedding photos. Those lovey-dovey shots.”
I smiled and had thought of it.
“Well in that case...that is sweet. Let’s do this tomorrow.”
And we both laughed.
That night, he called.
“Is my queen to be already sleeping?”
“No, just r
