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Izzy follows Marcus's direction, turning her body slightly away from the lens while her hand trails down her shoulder. The dress slips further, the neckline now dipping lower on her chest. She doesn't notice. Her focus is on the angle, on the way Marcus's eyes track her movements, on getting this right.

She shifts her weight onto one hip, the hem of the dress riding up her bare thighs. Her fingers slide through her dark hair, and she tilts her chin down, looking up through her lashes with soft, eager eyes.

"Is this okay?" she asks, voice tentative. "I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."

Marcus lowers the phone for a moment, studying her. "You're doing great. Just hold that pose for me."

She nods, holding still, letting him adjust. The cool air from the window brushes across her skin, and she becomes aware of a slight chill, but she doesn't look down. She trusts him. He's done this before. He knows what Joe will like.

She bites her lip, a small, hopeful smile flickering across her face. "Do you think he'll actually like these? Like, really like them? Or will he just say he does because he's nice?"

Marcus raises the phone again. "Trust me. He's gonna lose his mind."

She lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks flushing. "Okay. I'm trusting you, Marcus. Don't make me regret this."