Private Shoot by Mina Carter

Author:Mina Carter [Carter, Mina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mina Carter
Published: 2019-09-22T18:30:00+00:00

Amelia

The exhibition hall was empty. My rarely worn heels clicked on the marble floor as I walked slowly, soaking up the silence as my work decorated the walls around me. The gallery manager had chased all the staff out for ten minutes to allow me to view the exhibition on my own.

Nerves hit hard and fast. It wasn’t my first exhibition. That honor had been taken years before when, as a teen, I’d won some award or other and the local council had put my work on display in the local hall. I’d been terrified back then, but my gran had been as pleased as punch. She’d worn her Sunday best and everything.

How would she feel now? I wondered as I turned in a circle. The Harrington-Smythe gallery was so far away from that little town hall it might as well be on the moon. And it was stunning. Images I’d taken were blown up larger than life, their subjects looking down at me in some cases or absorbed in their own lives in others.

I walked slowly, remembering when I’d taken each image. Who it was of… the conversations we’d had that day. For some my images were art. For me, they were memories—a window into the day they were taken.

My steps rang out as I hit the stairs and climbed to the second floor. As I reached it, though, I kept my eyes on the marble floor. I studied the way the sunlight from the huge windows that looked out onto the bay in front of the building meandered across the floor. This level contained my most recent, best work. But I needed a few moments to collect myself before I finally looked up.

Drew Callahan looked back at me from the bed he’d almost seduced me on, dark lust and determination in his eyes. I shuddered, my body responding to the look as though the last six weeks hadn’t happened.

Heat flooded my cheeks.

I’d run away. Fled the studio so quickly I’d actually left a lens behind. I hadn’t even stopped running when I’d gotten back home… well, back to my brother’s apartment that I was borrowing while he was out somewhere I wasn’t supposed to know about, protecting whatever VIP he’d been hired to protect. My cell had rung almost before I was through the front door and within an hour I was walking back out of it to catch a flight to Dubai and a campaign shoot for some high-end watch brand. From Dubai it had been Tokyo for a designer’s new collection and then Sydney for a shoot with a big-name film actor. After that, I’d lost count. The weeks had merged into one.

It seemed that shooting Drew had opened the floodgates and my standing on the international photography stage had increased. I was the fucking queen of the lens and everyone wanted to get in front of my camera. But all I wanted to be was in that studio again, in that moment of time before that stuck up bitch girlfriend of Drew’s had walked in on us.

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