Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 293

The photographer's shutter clicked with the decisive sound of a moment being captured forever.

"Alright, let's mix it up a bit," the photographer encouraged, having swiftly taken several shots from various angles. "Same pose, but this time, I want the groom to take the lead."

With a slight step back, Eileen's lips parted from Egbert's in a graceful retreat. From this new distance, she caught a glimpse of the look on Egbert's face across from her - a triumphant smirk that made him look like the cat that got the cream.

"Damn it," Eileen muttered under her breath, knowing full well Egbert was up to no good.

Egbert lifted his hand, gently tucking a stray lock of hair, tousled by the sea breeze, behind her ear, his voice warm as he said, "My apologies, okay?"

Eileen just huffed, turning away from him.

The photographer seized the moment, capturing the tender scene of Egbert tending to Eileen's hair.

Just as she shot a glance at the photographer, Egbert seized the opportunity to plant a quick peck on her lips.

The photographer got two more shots.

Eileen stared at Egbert, incredulous. "What the heck?"

Egbert replied coolly, "What do you mean? You asked for initiative, I'm just following orders."

The photographer's enthusiasm only grew. "That's it, keep it natural. Now, let's try something new. Lean on the chair, groom kiss the bride's hand... perfect."

Eileen was almost suspecting a conspiracy between Egbert and the photographer. But she still played along, eager to wrap up the shoot.

The photographer wasn't quite satisfied yet. "Bride, flash us a smile, will you? You look like you're plotting murder. Lighten up, this is your wedding shoot."

Eileen wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"Come on, bride, show some love. Give the groom a kiss, like at the start," the photographer pushed.

Growing tired of the charade, Eileen asked, "How many more kisses do we need?"

The photographer pondered for a moment before saying, "Oh, about four or five more hours' worth."

Eileen was flabbergasted.

Wedding shoots aren't about capturing a single moment; they're about creating a collection of memories. Eileen had chosen a seaside bench for one shot, but that didn't mean their entire wedding album would just be them kissing on a bench. There were shots to be taken on the beach, by the water, and yes, even in it.

Upon hearing they had to get into the water, Eileen nearly short-circuited. "In my wedding dress?"

The photographer clarified, "No, just dipping your feet in. It's not like you're going diving. The water isn't clean enough here for that."

Eileen sighed in relief, only to be told that they would indeed be taking underwater kissing shots in an indoor pool with crystal clear water.

Come 6 PM, after a whole day of shooting, they had only completed half the session. The photographer finally called it a day, promising to continue the next morning.

Eileen hadn't realized the "two-day" timeline wasn't an exaggeration.

Exhausted, they returned home past eight. Eileen collapsed onto the couch as if her strings had been cut.

Egbert sat beside her, his hands reaching out to gently knead her lower back, eliciting a startled jump from her.