I quickly cleaned the wound and managed to stop the bleeding. I was about to call a taxi to the hospital when I noticed Naomi running over, excitedly holding a camera.
“Jessica, don’t be upset! At least we got some great photos!” she chirped.
Mason chimed in, “Yeah, Jessica, you’ve always wanted to be my model. Now it’s finally happening!”
Naomi pulled up the photo gallery and looked through it, her expression changing from curiosity to embarrassment. She finally said, “Her poses look amazing, but why didn’t you get any photos of Jessica?”
She continued flipping through the gallery, clearly disappointed and then turned to Mason with a frown. “Your skills are all over the place! You got a great shot of me, but her beautiful swimsuit was totally wasted!!”
I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Naomi’s camera. She was zooming in and out, admiring her perfect shots under the coconut tree. Every detail was flawless.
Noticing me looking, Naomi quickly clicked a few buttons and tilted the screen towards me. This time, the photos were of me—blurred focus, awkward angles. Each shot captured my embarrassment in full.