Strike a Pose

Standing stiff was never really my style anyway. I blinked, felt the cool air against my shoulders, and decided it was time to test my moves. With a tiny flick, I lifted my right arm and casually smoothed back a strand of my hair, giving my pink floral dress a quick, sassy little shimmy to make sure it fell just right. A soft rustle echoed off the clean white backdrop. Fabulous, darling—I'm not just posing anymore; I'm running the show.