Up close and personal: a day with Sandy - 1.

I slide into my car, already running late. RudeBoy’s set isn’t far, but traffic keeps promising delay. When I walk in, Bridgett is leaning over a model, brush sweeping carefully across cheekbones. Peaches sits nearby, waiting her turn, legs crossed, a robe loose around her shoulders. We catch up quickly—she’s excited about a new shoot idea, something she won’t name yet but swears will surprise everyone. Time evaporates. I check the clock and push myself up. My schedule won’t wait. I wave goodbye, already thinking about the next stop.