The relentless drone of the hairdryer echoed through the sterile, white dressing room. Jenny stared listlessly at her reflection in the mirror. Her obsidian eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were dulled by a familiar weariness. Another campaign, another shoot, another day of being meticulously sculpted into an image, a product.
The stylist fussed with her cascading brown hair, expertly weaving it into a picture of effortless perfection.👉👈
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