Amanda and The Photoshoot – 01
It was 2006, and the world still felt like it had room in it. Amanda stood at the edge of the worn sidewalk, sharp dark eyes scanning the horizon as the small-town bustle thinned into the quiet hum of her own thoughts. At twenty, she had a beauty that turned heads whether she invited it or not. Her tall, substantial frame carried the unmistakable imprint of two people who had spent their lives in absolute command of their bodies. Her father had played professional hockey and retired with the quiet certainty that never fully leaves a man built that way. Her mother had danced with one of Austria’s premier ballet companies before walking away from the stage to raise her. Between them, they had produced something neither could have anticipated. Amanda moved with unhurried authority, …