Evelyn POV
By the time the photoshoot finally ended, I felt exhausted in a way sleep probably could not fix.
It was the kind of exhaustion that settled quietly inside your head after spending hours under pressure while pretending the pressure was not affecting you at all. My shoulders ached from maintaining posture for too long beneath heavy lights, my heels had become instruments of torture at some point during the afternoon, and yet somehow none of those things bothered me as much as the constant awareness that every person around me was watching carefully for signs of weakness.
