The shoreline shoot felt different.The sun had already dipped lower, casting a softer glow across the sand. The heat was gentler now, more forgiving, and the wind carried the steady rhythm of the waves. The set was quieter too, as if everyone instinctively knew this part required less instruction and more instinct.“Same energy,” Luis said, adjusting his lens. “Just closer to the water.”I nodded and stepped onto the sand, letting it sink beneath my feet. The bikini clung slightly now, damp at the edges from the spray of the sea. Assistants hovered for a moment, fixing straps, smoothing fabric, then stepped back again.“Whenever you’re ready,” Luis added.This time, I didn’t wait.I walked toward the shoreline, letting the water kiss my ankles, my calves. I lifted my chin, eyes half-lidded, not posing but existing. That was always the goal. To make it look effortless. Like I belonged there.The camera clicked steadily.“Turn,” Luis said.I turned.“Pause.”I paused.A breeze pushed m
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