It was Sabrina's first shot of wedding photos for a couple. Even though she knew Bettie and Lance weren't really married, she listened closely to Bettie's ideas.

Last night, Sabrina had rushed through some online tips, but it felt like trying to put out a fire with a tea cup. There were only so many poses to plan for. The rest had to feel natural.

As a seasoned makeup artist, Bettie had some tips about looking good in photos. "I checked out some wedding portfolios online. Gee, a lot of those poses were stiff and tired."

Bettie showed Sabrina some example photographs. They were all pretty standard. For example, a guy wrapped an arm around the girl or the girl leaned on the guy's shoulder. Just typical closeness stuff.

"But I reckon the older folks might like these. Let's snap a few for my parents, and then we can get creative," Bettie suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." Sabrina nodded.

"I'm all for something more natural, with some real interaction. Something like this..." Bettie shared a few of her top picks with Sabrina.

In one, under a setting sun, a guy and a girl were holding hands, jogging down a path Lined with trees, their laughter infectious, the vibe cozy. It was a really genuine shot.

When Bettie and Sabrina got to the studio, Lance was already there, waiting by the makeup room, with two assistants holding bags of spare clothes and outdoor shoot stuff.

Lance's hair was perfectly groomed with not a strand out of place.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked tall and relaxed leaning against the wall.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his eyes pausing on Bettie before nodding in Sabrina's direction as a greeting.

Sabrina nodded back with a casual, "Hey."

Bettie checked out Lance, then strolled up and gave his hair a playful tug, whispering, “A bit rigid.”

"Yep," Lance whispered back. “I had put some hairspray on it.”

His outfit clearly had some thought put into it.

Bettie raised an eyebrow, noticing his glasses had no lenses.

Realizing he'd gone for a more stylish frame, she shot him a teasing grin. "Switch to contacts?"

"Yep." Lance adjusted his glasses on his nose. "The lenses kept reflecting Light."

Sabrina noticed their banter and cleared her throat, suggesting, "Bettie, grab your dress. Let's hit the fitting room first."