Eeeek. She shrieked to herself, and then felt the complete overwhelm of impostor syndrome
Her email pinged. She challenged herself to a full minute of self-control before dropping the broom and hopping over to the laptop to see who had emailed Estee’s Photoshop. Not that she was getting excited; the last ping had been from Focus offering her 30 percent off print orders.
She double-clicked.
Hi Estee,
I saw your photos at Gita Bloom’s house, and they were fantastic. I’m going to be in Lakewood next week, visiting my parents. Can I book a shoot?
Sorry it’s last minute. I hope you can fit me in.
Estee snorted at that. Right, because she was all booked up.
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