The model captured by the great photographer's lens is not a role just anyone can fill. Lily Scott was somewhat surprised by William Shaw's invitation, "I would be happy to, but I'm curious, Mr. Shaw—why did you choose me?"
William Shaw looked at her and spoke frankly, "The confusion and loss that you just radiated are exactly what I needed. I think no one is more suitable than you. Your expressiveness and tension in front of the camera last time, I still cannot forget it to this day."
Lily Scott smiled, "Then, here's to a pleasant collaboration."
The gloomy sky had been that way for half the day when it suddenly began to flurry with snowflakes.
Amelia Clarke sat in the copilot seat, the safety belt across her chest tightened her fluffy down jacket, making her chest contour slightly apparent—possessing an allure that made it difficult to shift one's gaze away after looking.
