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Mandi walks into my room unannounced. “How good are you at Photoshop and tell me you have another Instagram account that’s private.”
I’m in the middle of mocking up her new website, making it all romantic and whimsical. Her previous site was way too bland and businesslike, so I’m hoping she’ll like the direction I’m going.
“Um? Hello, fiancée.”
She flops down on the bed.
“Did you get a dress?” I turn around in my chair.
She nods.
“And do you love it?”
“I do,” she mumbles into the comforter.
“Okay… so what’s this about a private Instagram account?”
She turns her head and stares at me for a beat. “Did you know your grandma follows you on Instagram?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“And did you happen to see a handful of new people follow you today?”
“I haven’t been on it.”
“Well, Midge took a selfie at the bridal store. I guess she has, like, thirteen thousand followers or something. How that’s even possible I don’t know, but what matters is that everyone was asking why there are no pictures of me on your Instagram.”
Shit, that’s something one of us should have thought about, but honestly, I don’t do a ton on my socials. “I never even thought about our social media.”
“Yeah, well, you need to make another account because I said you had a private one, and unless you can Photoshop me into some pictures, we need to take some together.”
I lean back and link my hands on the back of my head. “I am good with Photoshop, but what am I going to do, Photoshop you into a picture with a wolf? It’s not like I’m posting selfies on there.”
“We really didn’t think of all the areas people would look at. You should’ve seen my sisters staring at me. And Ethel was all inquisitive to why—” Her pitch is getting higher and higher.
“Okay, we can do damage control.” I turn back around to my computer, open up a new tab, and start a new Instagram account. “First step, done.” I pick up my camera and turn around fast, snapping a picture of Mandi on my bed. “Second step, done.”
She quickly moves her head into the comforter, blocking her face from me. For some reason, it spurs me to take more photos. I can’t deny that I’ve wanted to take her picture for a while. Her smile lights up a room. I want to see if I can capture that in a picture.
“Come on, look up for me.” I get down on my knees, crawl over to the bed, and rest the camera on the mattress. “You said we needed pictures, and since I’m a photographer, there would be a lot more of you than us or me.”
She peeks up and I snap the picture before she can turn away.
“You’re gorgeous. Stop turning away from the camera.”
She lifts her head, her elbow propped up and her hand holding her head up. “I’m kind of camera shy.”
“You shouldn’t be.” I snap a few more pictures of her. Her long red hair cascades behind one shoulder, acting as a veil on the other side of her head.
“Just so you know, we will need ones of you too.”
“Want me to set up my tripod? We can do a few on the bed?” I waggle my eyebrows at her. Which spurs a laugh out of her and a cameraworthy photo, so I click my shutter without knowing if it’s even in focus. I don’t dare take my eyes off hers. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Do you ever wonder if we’re going to get too close? If our attraction to each other won’t stay locked away in a box?”
“What attraction?”
