Being in front of the camera was second time was much easier than before, though Evie had to admit that she was still somewhat uncomfortable. In her sheer white bra and matching panties, she was certain that her father would kill her if he saw the photos, though the satin wrap around she had was an improvement at least.

Sitting on the prop bed, she gave the photographer her sweetest smile, then innocent or sultry. Though she sparkled in set, the resulting images were merely pretty – it was good enough anyway, and the casting director had already mentioned having her in again on a casual basis. Evie nodded; she didn’t know how to say no, and the photos were nice at least.

“And we’re done,” the photographer announced, “Thanks, Evie. The photos look great. We’re wrapped for the next issue then.”

Wandering around their new campus, Luke was perfectly happy staring at it all through the lense of their camera. It hadn’t really hit them yet, that they were away from home and security and their mom, but that was fine. They were sure that whenever the panic attack hit, they’d be able to find somewhere in the school they could hide away - it was big enough after all.