"Melody, Rose just called," Talia Mercer said, holding her phone. "She said she's free now and will be heading over too."
"Okay," Melody Monroe nodded.
When they arrived at the photo studio, many staff members were already bustling about.
A man in an earth-yellow vest walked over to Melody Monroe. "Melody, hello! I'm the photographer. My name is Carson Lewis."
"Hello," Melody Monroe quickly greeted him in return.
"It's so great to meet you. I'm a big fan of yours."
"I'm so honored."
"The dressing room is this way."
"Thank you." After thanking him, Melody Monroe headed to the dressing room. When she pushed open the door, she saw several people inside but couldn't tell which one was the makeup artist.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Melody Monroe. Excuse me, who is the makeup artist assigned to me?"
"That would be me!" a woman immediately raised her hand. A flash of awe crossed her eyes when she saw Melody Monroe, and she quickly extended her hand. "You can just call me Vera."
