by Jane Galaxy
“So is going from a paparazza to an artistic photographer,” he replied, leaning into her shoulder and resting his chin on her head.
“Ah, good evening,” said Knute Forsythe, pausing in front of them on his way out the door. “So,” he said, pressing the palms of his hands against each other and weaving his fingers together, “Ms. Reyes. Did he tell you?”
“About the film?” She searched for the right words. “It sounds deep.”
“I think so.” The director waggled a finger at Jax. “I always wondered if those sunglasses were just to cover up his mind-reading,” he said. “It will work out. It always does.”
“I like your optimism,” said Jax.
“Well,” said Knute, and sat next to Vanessa. “You say cinematography must be so different from this, but I think not. In fact, I have a theory and a business proposal that you will both enjoy.” He paused. “Filming will be in London this winter.”
Vanessa took a moment to let this news wash over her.
“Come with us, and capture this venture, Ms. Reyes.”
“Really?” said Jax.
Vanessa looked at the auteur director for a moment.
“You want me to come photograph your movie?” There must have been a lot of doubt in her voice that she couldn’t hear, because Knute Forsythe said,
“Come do the production stills. I like your style,” and drifted off before disappearing through the gallery’s front door.
“This isn’t how I pictured this year turning out,” Vanessa said.
“Mmm. Just think—next year will be even better. We could go to Bali after all.”
She looked up at him. For all the time that she’d photographed celebrities, Vanessa had always seen them through the lens of her camera, and through the separate lens of their fame—a full and complete image that couldn’t be broken down into smaller parts. Jax Butler, Movie Star. A-Lister. Beautiful and distant, like a far-off planet in another corner of the galaxy, only to be admired like a tiny disk in the center of a telescope’s field.
In the past six months, though, Jax had shifted, ever so slightly, his face changing and becoming more familiar and human. That was the only way to describe it. He was human, he’d always been human, but now it felt natural, effortless.
Vanessa could feel the potential of the future stretching out in front of her, slow and unhurried, fast and hard-hitting, comfortably existing as two things that didn’t need to conflict with each other.
It would be peaceful. And interesting. Reassuring and thrilling. It didn’t need to be either thing alone. She could choose whether she wanted to join him in the light, or stay behind her lens and keep watching people’s faces for just the right split-second expression. She could do both.
They could go to Bali.
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But when Sophie learns the truth behind her butchered script--when Tristan learns the truth behind Sophie's icy facade--it'll take more than the might of the Imperium to thaw their hearts.
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