On the bed

“That’s perfect. How about we take some with you laying on the bed?” Marcus says, going full on camera man mode.

Izzy glances at the bed, then back at Marcus, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. She wraps her arms around herself, the dress slipping a little further off one shoulder. "Lay down? Like... on the bed? Is that going to look okay? I don't want to mess up the sheets or anything."

Marcus gestures toward the bed with a calm, practiced nod. "Trust me. You're on a bed, in a dress, soft lighting. It's a classic look. Just get comfortable. Stretch out a little, like you're just waking up or relaxing after a long day."

She bites her lip, bare toes curling against the floor for a second before she steps forward and settles onto the mattress. The fabric of the dress rides up her thighs as she lays back, one hand resting beside her head, the other trailing down to her stomach. Her dark hair spills across the pillow, and she looks up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Like this?" she asks softly.

Marcus raises the phone, adjusting his angle. "Almost. Turn your head a little more toward the window. Yeah, like that. Now let your hand drift up, like you're touching your neck again."

Izzy follows the direction, her fingers tracing up her collarbone to the curve of her throat. The dress neckline dips further, and she feels the cool air against her skin, but she doesn't look down. Her eyes stay on him, trusting the process.

"Am I doing it right?" she whispers.

Marcus lowers the phone slightly, a quiet grin on his face. "You're doing better than right. Just hold that pose."