He actually left.

Tears threatened Sabrina.

Her nose wrinkled. Deep down, she was fully aware that Tyrone's actions were merely perfunctory and pretentious.

Why did he bother giving her hope only to crush it?

He was always so inconsistent.

"Do you regret telling me to leave? Is that why you're crying?"

A voice rang in her ear. Sabrina turned around to find Tyrone standing beside the bed.

“Tyrone? You stayed?"

"I stayed." Tyrone climbed back onto the bed, patting her shoulder.

"Alright, try to sleep. I'll be here with you. I won't leave until you're asleep."

Sabrina hummed in response.

Why would Tyrone do this?

Why did he hurt her and then treat me so tenderly?

Sabrina understood he was a potent addiction she couldn't shake off.

Eventually, sleep claimed Sabrina.

When she woke up the next day, she found that Tyrone had already gone.

The door and windows were shut tight, as if Tyrone had never been there.

Sabrina got ready for the day, then headed to the office. She toiled away at the company before heading to the studio in the afternoon.

As the day wore on, the pace of the photo-shoot picked up and Galilea was becoming more adept.

During a pause, Aylin showed Sabrina the day's photographs

Once the set was prepped, they resumed shooting.

Under the glow of the spotlights, with meticulously done makeup and styling, Galilea was undeniably stunning. Even Sabrina had to concede she was captivated by her beauty.

The day's shoot came to a close.

Sabrina joined Aylin to review the photos.

Galilea also moved over to peruse them.