wedding,’ I tell him with a smile, relieved to see that he’s clearly comfortable around me now.
‘Did you?’ He looks confused. ‘I thought that was a one-off?’
‘It was supposed to be, but Rachel’s assistant called in sick at the last minute, so I helped out.’
‘That’s cool. How was it?’
‘Amazing. Well, actually, it was a total nightmare at first. The bride and groom have a toddler and she was sick, so that made things difficult, and then the vicar was a total arse and
wouldn’t let us take pictures of the service.’
‘No way?’
‘Yeah. Really mean. The bride was in tears. And it poured down and was so windy, everyone got soaked.’
‘It does sound like a nightmare!’ He leans back against the wall and folds his arms.
‘It was, but it was amazing too. Rachel is just
so good
at what she does. She got this fantastic shot of the pair of them later, in the rain under an umbrella. So stylish.’ I
saw the teaser shot yesterday. It’s beautiful.
He grins. ‘How was camera shake?’
I smile. ‘I think I’m getting a bit better.’
‘And no need to borrow Auntie’s eyes from another shot?’ he asks teasingly.
I laugh and shake my head. ‘I don’t think so. Although, actually, I did shoot the bride and groom after the ceremony and in some pictures the flowers look like they’re
sprouting out of the bride’s head. Rachel said she’ll have to fix those ones in Photoshop.’
He looks amused and a familiar skittish sensation swamps my stomach. This is not good. And now my tea has stewed. ‘Whoops.’ I fish out the teabags. ‘Nicky hates it
strong.’
‘Maybe she should make her own, then,’ he says drily.
‘Mmm.’
He flashes me a conspiratorial look, intensifying the edgy feelings.
‘So what did you get up to?’ I ask, trying to sound casual.
‘Not a lot. Pottered around at home, went out with some mates for a few drinks on Saturday night.’
‘Your girlfriend was away, right? I mean, fiancée,’ I correct myself.
‘Yeah, she was in New York for work.’
‘What does she do?’
‘She works in advertising,’ he says in a monotone.
‘Oh right. Cool.’
He shrugs. ‘She likes it.’
‘That’s the important thing.’
Okay, so we’re not entirely past the awkward stage. I make a move to pick up my mugs.
‘What about you?’ he asks. ‘Do you reckon you’ll be doing any more wedding photography?’
‘I’d love the extra work. I could certainly do with the extra cash.’ My lips turn down. ‘But Rachel’s assistant is back now. Maybe I’ll see if I can hook up
with another photographer.’
‘That’d be good.’ A thought seems to come to him. ‘Zara and I still haven’t sorted out a photographer for our wedding in December.’
He’s not asking me to do it, is he? That would be taking this new-found familiarity a bit far.
‘Do you really recommend Rachel, then?’ he asks.
My face breaks into a smile. Phew. ‘Yes, definitely. She’s incredible. Do you want me to get you her contact details?’
He grins. ‘That’d be great. Thanks.’
We walk back into the office together.
‘Ah, the new issue is here,’ he says as I put my mugs down on my desk.
He grabs a Stanley knife and slices through the plastic vacuum-packed wrapping, studying the front cover while I go back over to him and pick up a copy for myself.
‘It looks great,’ he says, glancing at me.
‘Bronte! Can you bring one to me?’ I hear Nicky call.
‘And me!’ Helen adds.
I do as they ask and then settle down to read the latest issue of
Hebe.
Drinking tea and reading the current issue is probably my favourite part of a Monday morning – we all do
it.
‘How are you getting on with those skinny celeb pictures?’ Nicky cuts into my thoughts.
‘Fine,’ I reply, glancing up at her.
‘I’m sending Helen on the
Dragons’ Den
shoot this morning, so I’ll need you to get on with the mark-up.’
The mark-up is one of those super-dull accounting jobs which
‘Did you?’ He looks confused. ‘I thought that was a one-off?’
‘It was supposed to be, but Rachel’s assistant called in sick at the last minute, so I helped out.’
‘That’s cool. How was it?’
‘Amazing. Well, actually, it was a total nightmare at first. The bride and groom have a toddler and she was sick, so that made things difficult, and then the vicar was a total arse and
wouldn’t let us take pictures of the service.’
‘No way?’
‘Yeah. Really mean. The bride was in tears. And it poured down and was so windy, everyone got soaked.’
‘It does sound like a nightmare!’ He leans back against the wall and folds his arms.
‘It was, but it was amazing too. Rachel is just
so good
at what she does. She got this fantastic shot of the pair of them later, in the rain under an umbrella. So stylish.’ I
saw the teaser shot yesterday. It’s beautiful.
He grins. ‘How was camera shake?’
I smile. ‘I think I’m getting a bit better.’
‘And no need to borrow Auntie’s eyes from another shot?’ he asks teasingly.
I laugh and shake my head. ‘I don’t think so. Although, actually, I did shoot the bride and groom after the ceremony and in some pictures the flowers look like they’re
sprouting out of the bride’s head. Rachel said she’ll have to fix those ones in Photoshop.’
He looks amused and a familiar skittish sensation swamps my stomach. This is not good. And now my tea has stewed. ‘Whoops.’ I fish out the teabags. ‘Nicky hates it
strong.’
‘Maybe she should make her own, then,’ he says drily.
‘Mmm.’
He flashes me a conspiratorial look, intensifying the edgy feelings.
‘So what did you get up to?’ I ask, trying to sound casual.
‘Not a lot. Pottered around at home, went out with some mates for a few drinks on Saturday night.’
‘Your girlfriend was away, right? I mean, fiancée,’ I correct myself.
‘Yeah, she was in New York for work.’
‘What does she do?’
‘She works in advertising,’ he says in a monotone.
‘Oh right. Cool.’
He shrugs. ‘She likes it.’
‘That’s the important thing.’
Okay, so we’re not entirely past the awkward stage. I make a move to pick up my mugs.
‘What about you?’ he asks. ‘Do you reckon you’ll be doing any more wedding photography?’
‘I’d love the extra work. I could certainly do with the extra cash.’ My lips turn down. ‘But Rachel’s assistant is back now. Maybe I’ll see if I can hook up
with another photographer.’
‘That’d be good.’ A thought seems to come to him. ‘Zara and I still haven’t sorted out a photographer for our wedding in December.’
He’s not asking me to do it, is he? That would be taking this new-found familiarity a bit far.
‘Do you really recommend Rachel, then?’ he asks.
My face breaks into a smile. Phew. ‘Yes, definitely. She’s incredible. Do you want me to get you her contact details?’
He grins. ‘That’d be great. Thanks.’
We walk back into the office together.
‘Ah, the new issue is here,’ he says as I put my mugs down on my desk.
He grabs a Stanley knife and slices through the plastic vacuum-packed wrapping, studying the front cover while I go back over to him and pick up a copy for myself.
‘It looks great,’ he says, glancing at me.
‘Bronte! Can you bring one to me?’ I hear Nicky call.
‘And me!’ Helen adds.
I do as they ask and then settle down to read the latest issue of
Hebe.
Drinking tea and reading the current issue is probably my favourite part of a Monday morning – we all do
it.
‘How are you getting on with those skinny celeb pictures?’ Nicky cuts into my thoughts.
‘Fine,’ I reply, glancing up at her.
‘I’m sending Helen on the
Dragons’ Den
shoot this morning, so I’ll need you to get on with the mark-up.’
The mark-up is one of those super-dull accounting jobs which
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