The location for themercial shoot was not right in the hustling downtown pedestrian mall. Even though it wasn’t the weekend rush of Saturday or Sunday, there was still a healthy stream of shoppers milling about


    Today, Collins had opted to drive the family’s roomy SUV. The makeup artist had alrendy arranged to meet them by the pedestrian mall, and once the car was parked, ale hoisted her makeup kit aboard and beyon working on the siblings


    It was her first timeying eyes on Mirabe’s face, and she couldn’t help but bepletely dazzled by her beauty Shell seen her fair share of stunners, but most had been touched up with a little nip here, a tuck there–beauty that owed more to the minute of aesthetics than nature.


    But Mirabe’s face was wless to the point of disbelief. It was a rarity, the kind of beauty that made the makeup artist hesitate, fearing that any cosmetics might mar its perfection.


    Since Mirabe wouldn’t be showing her face on camera, the artist only filled in her brows a touch, softening the naturally sharp arch just a bit.


    After she finished prepping Leo, the makeup artist shyly pulled out her phone and sidled up to Mirabe. “Hey, would you mind if we snapped a selfie together?” she asked, a blush coloring her voice.


    Mirabe blinked in surprise at the request. Leo, catching wind of the conversation, couldn’t mask a hint of jealousy. “Gina, I thought you were my number one fan?” he teased.


    Asking for a selfie with someone else right in front of your idol? That was bold, Even though that someone


    was his sister.


    Gina giggled behind her hand. “Well, Juztin, <b>that </b>was before. I’ve totally switched teams to now.”


    Leo was in disbelief. Traitorous fan.


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    Gina then turned back to Mirabe, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, what do you say? We can take


    It with masks on,”


    Mirabe nodded. “Sure.”


    Gino quickly opened her phone’s camera app, but as she stood next to Mirabe, ready to capture the moment, she almost wanted to cry.


    Mirabe towered over most girls, and <b>Gina </b>was only five–foot–three. In the end, Mirabe <b>had </b>to crouch down slightly to fit into the frame properly.


    After one shot, Gina felt too shy to ask for another, but Mirabe offered, “<b>Want </b>a full–body shot?”


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    The offer was too good to be true, and Gina eagerly nodded her head.


    Mirabe passed Gina’s phone to Leo. “Leo, would you mind taking the picture for <b>us</b><b>?</b>”


    Leo rolled his eyes with mock indignation. “Stealing my fans, and now you want me to y photographer? You’ve got some nerve!”


    Mirabe <b>raised </b>an eyebrow. “Are you going to take it or not?”


    Leo yfully touched his nose before obediently taking the phone and snapping several full–body shots of


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    the <b>two</b>.


    When Gina got her phone back and saw the five selfies in her gallery, she looked up at Leo and said with a grin, “Juztin, you know, you’re still one of my favorites.”


    Leo nced at her stone–faced. “Drop the ‘one of when you say that, thanks.”


    Gina justughed.


    Before long. Collins returned from discussing the details with the sports brand representative, carrying two paper bags. As he approached, he handed one to <b>each </b>sibling. “Here are the outfits for today’s shoot. Go ahead and change into them.”


    Mirabe took her bag and stepped into <i>the </i>SUV to change. Momentster, she emerged, looking like she was made for the camera. The spring sportswear hung on her tall, slim frame with effortless style–especially those legs, long and straight, the kind that could carry any look.


    Gina watched, her gaze lingering on Mirabe’s face, and sighed, “If only you didn’t have to wear a mask, it’d be perfect.”