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It was like oil and silk colliding, and they both flickered.

Win blinked. “Oops.”

Lyric stared. “Oh, wow. I met a few at the wedding, but wow. You are powerful.”

Win blinked. “I think I should go inside.”

“Wait. So, you know what we are.”

Win nodded. “I know. Half-Elite.”

“So, who are your parents?”

“Uh, no idea. I was adopted.”

They entered the building, and surprisingly, all of the legion was waiting for them.

Win smiled, got the drive with the gold trim, and held it up. “I have them all done. There are a lot, so they are in folders.”

Zara smiled with her red gaze. “Can you go through them with us, Win?”

“Oh, sure. Do you have a computer set up?”

Lykon opened a laptop. “Here you go. It is linked to the projector.”

She sat on the chair that was waiting for her at a high table. Lyric sat near them and smiled with shining eyes.

Win looked at Zara and Randolph. “Where would you like to start?”

Zara smiled. “Start with the venue. We didn’t really get to see it.”

Win got the first slideshow of background set up and started it as the quad sat cuddled together, and they spoke quietly about the beauty of the venue.

After the venue, they asked to see any parts of the food that she had captured. She had gotten it all. The set plates, the dessert buffet, and the custom cocktails with layers of red and one white.

The bridal suite was next, and there were a lot of compliments for Zara until the dressed picture was on the screen.

“Pause it.” Taka rapped out.

Win looked at Zara, and there was a light blush and wonder at the picture of her looking toward her shoulder with her marks fully exposed and her eyes glowing.

Lykon cleared his throat. “Can we get that one blown up?”

“The drive has all the large files. You can do whatever you like with them. I hold a backup for a year if something happens to the hard drive.” Win smiled. “Your images, your business.”

Rayd laughed. “Thank you. Alexi always treats them as incredibly precious.”

“Oh, they are, but I just like taking them. I don’t keep them or make prints. This isn’t my day job.”

Zara looked over. “It should be.”

“Nah. I like being the photographer of last resort. I don’t have do deal with the families, with the bride and groom, and their endless nitpicking. I come in during a crisis. They are usually happy I am there to save the day. I send my photos, and then I am done. Back to the regular job.”

Rayd asked, “What is your day job?”

“I drive a forklift in a warehouse.” She shrugged.

“You prefer that?”

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