My Twenty Dollar Masterpiece
Language: en
On senior portrait day, my boyfriend, Tayler, took over two hundred photos of Flora, the campus it-girl. He was the president of the university's photography club, a master of finding the perfect angles, capturing the way the light fell. Flora stood beneath the golden oak trees, smiling softly. "Am I being too much of a pain?" Tayler didn't look up from his viewfinder, his voice dripping with gentleness. "Never. You look beautiful in every frame." When it was my turn, I nervously smoothed down my dress and stepped into the frame. But Tayler only clicked the shutter twice, barely…