Willey Studio Gabby Model Gallery 106 →

Gabby looked at the painting. It was raw, unfinished in the most perfect way. The woman in the painting was her, but more. Truer. The kind of truth you only see in reflections before you’re fully awake.

“ Gabby in Truth ,” he said softly. “No pose. No character. Just you.” Willey Studio Gabby Model Gallery 106

Gabby heard her. She didn’t move, but her pulse quickened. Marcus stepped out of the shadows, hands in the pockets of his paint-stained jacket. Gabby looked at the painting

The crowd, which had been murmuring among the champagne flutes, fell silent. Gabby stepped off the platform. She felt the weight of thirty pairs of eyes, but more than that, she felt the weight of Marcus’s expectation. She walked to the center of the empty floor, let the smoky gown fall to her ankles, and stood in her simple linen shift. “No pose