You have no idea how many doors closed on me and how many adults

Host: The photography studio was almost empty now, except for the hum of the lights and the faint smell of hairspray and coffee gone cold. Outside, the city was closing its eyes — the late evening sky smeared with streaks of lavender and gold. Inside, the aftermath of a day’s work lingered: fabric scattered like fallen petals, flashes still warm, makeup brushes lying like small, defeated soldiers.

Jack stood near the window, looking out at the skyline. His grey eyes caught the reflection of the glass — tired, curious, quietly admiring the chaos below.

Jeeny entered, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, a coat draped over one arm. She stopped, watching him, her expression equal parts affection and exhaustion.

Jeeny: breaking the silence softly “Kendall Jenner once said, *‘You have no idea how many doors closed on me and how many adults were either initially reluctant to take a chance working with me or who outright