A photographer was waiting as the limo pulled up at the park where the photo shoot was to take place. Kevin’s grandfather hired nothing but the best whenever he could, and the photographer was no exception.
He was a professional, well used to the demands of dealing with anxious and nervous brides. Angela’s awkwardness was a small thing he was more than able to deal with. The photographer directed them about with a precision born of experience and native talent.
With his direction, and the half a bottle of champagne in her system, Angela was able to relax enough that the photographer was able to get some really decent shots.
The lack of family on the brides side called for a little different posing than usual, but there was still the groom and groomsmen, shots of groom with his parents, shots of the bride and bridesmaid, shots of the bride and groom together, and all the other typical poses and photo groupings that every wedding album had. And interspersed between staging the set pieces he managed to take many candid pictures of Angela
Even though both Kevin and Angela had agreed that the pictures were a waste of time The pictures of a radiant bride and handsome husband were destined to grace the pages of an album that in all likelihood no one would ever see, they also knew pictures were expected and they had to go through with them to add believability to the whole wedding scam they were attempting to pull
Had the photographer been aware of the scam, and the mechanism of how it was being pulled, he would have been really annoyed. Not because of the waste of his time, that was what he was getting paid for. The photographer was a professional and as long as you could afford his fee, which wasn’t cheap, he would, could, and actually had taken pictures of a pig in a wedding dress. And had successfully made them come out looking good. No, what would have annoyed him was that, once she had relaxed, and warmed up, Angela was such a beautiful subject to photograph that to think she wasn’t a real woman would have been, to him, a true travesty.
Angela had never realized how much fun posing for pictures could be. The certainly weren’t when she was boring old stick in the mud Eric. Now however, with the half bottle of Champagne in her and a professional photographer calling the shots, Angela was having a blast, so much so she didn’t want to stop, and had even, once the main picture taking was over and almost all of the wedding party had headed off to the reception, let the photographer talk her into posing for a few racier shots. Not that these would ever grace the wedding album, even if there was a slim chance anyone would ever see it. These would be for her and her husband’s private album.
All too soon, it seemed their time was up.
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