Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chatper 1440

Chatper 1440

The receptionist acquainted Bella with the studio’s offerings, showcasing various sets and a collection

of photos captured by the more experienced photographers.

Without hesitation, Bella chose the most luxurious shooting package, promptly securing it with a

deposit.

After confirming the transaction, the receptionist informed Bella, “ALL of our leading photographers are

fully booked until June 20th.

The earliest available date is on June 21st. How does that suit you?”

Bella, however, sought a specific photographer. “Can I appoint a photographer?”

The receptionist, slightly taken aback, nodded. “Certainly.” She had clarified that all the leading

photographers were currently pre-booked, and even if she chose one, she would still have to wait until

they were available.

Bella asserted, “I want Sabrina to take photos of me.”

“Sabrina?” The receptionist expressed surprise, recalling that Sabrina was the studio’s relatively new

photographer.

However, the receptionist quickly regained her composure, realizing that Sabrina’s recent arrival at the

company didn’t necessarily indicate the beginning of her career. Judging by Sabrina’s appearance,

likely in her twenties, Sabrina might have been a photographer for a few years with her own

established clientele. It wasn’t unusual for clients to seek her out specifically for photo shoots.

Resuming her professional demeanor, the receptionist agreed, “Okay.

Then, I’ll ask Sabrina to be your photographer. The appointment date is next Monday.”

“Great.” Bella nodded her head in agreement.

“If that date suits you, I’ll book you in.” The receptionist smiled.

“Is there anything else that I can help you with today?”

“No. That’s all. Thank you.” Bella stood up and left.

Bella had intended to see Sabrina here, being mindful not to interrupt her work. As she left, Bella sent a

message to Sabrina, providing an update about the booked appointment.

Once Bella left, the receptionist returned to the desk. The male photographer approached her and

asked, “What was she here for?”

The receptionist casually explained, “Oh, she wants to take some photos.”

“Confirmed?”

“Yes, she has paid the deposit. What’s the matter? Evan, do you know her?”

Evan responded by asking another question, “Is it the most expensive package?”

“Indeed.”

Smiling knowingly, Evan nodded to himself. He recalled meeting Bella once before, knowing she was

the daughter of Mr. Olson, a wealthy man in Philade.