What was the guy doing here talking about glowing auras anyway? Didn't know this was a wedding dinner?
 
Talk about bad timing.
 
Julia saw him and gave him a barely discernable shake of her head.  Then she turned to the photographer.
 
"What," she asked quietly "exactly do you want from me, Mister Markham?"
 
She then looked at the envelope, saw the address and then raised her blue gaze back up to the man "Planning on mailing this out to a publication? Making my life difficult as I start getting stalked by others for the hope of catching another reflection or glow?"
 
Did he even realize what could happen if he made this picture public?

Reply via email to