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The rest of the shots were only the first dance, cake cutting, and the reception.

Win looked around and found Agatha, who was rushing toward her with a wrapped sandwich. “Oh, Win, I am sorry. I forgot.”

Win took the sandwich, stood, and ate.

Alexi said, “Cocktail hour is happening.”

She smiled. “I know you are an art photographer, but very few brides and grooms remember to feed the help. I get what I negotiated for and nothing else. This has to last me until the end of the reception.”

Alexi frowned but then asked, “While you are eating, can I look at your camera roll?”

She shrugged and handed it over. “Just don’t delete anything.”

He flicked through the images and slowly grinned. “These are really good. I can hardly wait until they show us the gallery.”

He got to the image of Zara with the gems in her hair, looking over her shoulder where the marks were glowing.

“Oh, wow. They are going to have that everywhere.”

She chuckled. “That would be nice for them. I can hardly wait to see what my second shooter caught.”

“Wait. I just saw you.”

“Yes, that’s the idea. Folks only remember one photographer. That’s the idea, but I get some amazing footage. Right now, she is filming falling flower petals for transitions.”

“Interesting. You really have an eye.”

“Some would say I have two.”

He smiled. “What do you think of these?”

She took her camera back and looked at his screen. “Nice. What are you trying to give them?”

“Reality.”

“I aim to capture an emotion. The weddings are so stressful that folks aren’t at their best. I try and find the best to provide them with memories they didn’t have of the day. Small bits of stillness when their emotions were pure.” She finished her sandwich and folded the wrapper. “And then it all turns to drinking and fucking.”

Alexi spluttered with laughter.

“But for those few moments, when they see the images, there was something there that got to shine through.” She looked at Alexi. “Take all the photos you want to satisfy your muse, but if you catch me in any, let me know, and I will remove myself.”

Alexi frowned. “You don’t like being in pictures?”

“Nope. It isn’t my family and isn’t my day.”

“Oh. Right.”

There was a group of women who were walking out with babies in their arms, and they sat in a corner of the gardens for a chat. Based on their clothing, they were part of the wedding. She switched to a long-range lens and took some close-up images.

“We can go up to them,” Alexi murmured.

“Shhh. You will spook them.” She got some lovely images, and then she switched her lens out.

She smiled. “I am going to head to the kitchen and get some shots of the cake.”

“May I come with you?”

“I thought you would be with your family.”

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