My Twenty Dollar Masterpiece

Summary

On senior portrait day, my boyfriend, Tayler, took over two hundred photos of Flora, the campus it-girl.

He was the president of the university's photography club, a master of finding the perfect angles, capturing the way the light fell.

Flora stood beneath the golden oak trees, smiling softly. "Am I being too much of a pain?"

Tayler didn't look up from his viewfinder, his voice dripping with gentleness. "Never. You look beautiful in every frame."

When it was my turn, I nervously smoothed down my dress and stepped into the frame.

But Tayler only clicked the shutter twice, barely looking.