After a beat, a feminine voice responded, "Yeah, it's me. What's up?"

Sabrina, sensing a hint of déja vu in the voice, pressed on, “I've got a burning desire to chat about your go-to style. Any special requests for the vibe and backdrop of your shooting?"

“Hmm... Hashing this out over the phone feels like deciphering hieroglyphics. Let's rendezvous on-site tomorrow," came the reply.

Sabrina, caught off guard, responded with a simple, "Okay."

As the day of the shooting unfolded, Sabrina caught sight of the woman prepping in the dressing room. There was a twinge of recognition, a whisper of familiarity.

It didn't take long for Sabrina to connect the dots. Keilani, the woman before her, had crossed paths and clashed with both her and Bettie on a flight to Austrain. And the drama didn't stop there.

Another skirmish had unfolded at Linbourne shopping mall, this time over a watch.

No wonder that voice felt oddly familiar the day before.

Sabrina's mind raced. Why did Keilani tap her as the photographer?

Did she recognize her?

Pretending to be oblivious, Sabrina treated Keilani as a fresh face, casually remarking, "Keilani, right? Sabrina, your photographer. Let's dive into your style and preferred backdrop. Got any reference snaps?

Ny assistant's on standby for the prep.”

Keilani glanced at Sabrina through the mirror and replied, “I can't explain it. Let's discuss it on-site once I'm done glamming up."

Sabrina, foreseeing a time lag in scene setup post-makeup, tried to reason, "Setting up after makeup will take time."

With an air of indifference, Keilani shrugged off, "That's your problem, not mine."

Well, in the initial skirmish, Sabrina detected an air of unfriendliness.

A gut feeling whispered to her that Keilani's agenda wasn't about striking poses but rather targeting her.

Despite Keilani donning a foreigner's face, her accent hinted at local ties or mixed heritage. Judging from Keilani's affluent attire and appearance in Austrain, it seemed she hailed from a well-to-do family, well-versed in local circles. This knowledge fueled Sabrina's suspicion that Keilani deliberately chose her as the photographer, envisioning a more straightforward path to inflict torment.

Sabrina harbored doubts about receiving any accolades from Keilani.

These uncertainties solidified as events unfolded.