The day had finally arrived for Elizabeth York's photoshoot to endorse Stellar Group's upcoming fashion collection.

Elise Scott arrived at the studio before dawn, personally overseeing every detail of Elizabeth's preparation—from wardrobe selection to hair styling and makeup application.

This campaign marked Elise's first major product launch since taking the helm at Stellar Group. Both her professional reputation and the company's future depended on its success, leaving no room for complacency.

She had custom-designed Elizabeth's gown based on precise measurements, yet seeing it actually draped over the actress's frame exceeded even her highest expectations.

"I've admired your sketches, but witnessing the final product on my body is truly breathtaking," Elizabeth marveled, studying her reflection critically. "This might be the most exquisite casualwear I've ever worn—the silhouette is uniquely perfect. You must reward your designer handsomely."

A modest smile touched Elise's lips. "You're too kind."

"I'm simply stating facts," Elizabeth countered bluntly. "If Stellar Fashion doesn't become an overnight sensation with designs like these, then my influence is worthless, not your talent."

Elise had to acknowledge how Elizabeth's unwavering confidence eased her anxieties.

While she never questioned her own creative vision, these designs had never faced market scrutiny. Elizabeth's faith felt like an unexpected gift.

Had she not worked closely with Elizabeth, Elise would never have guessed this glamorous A-list actress possessed such steel determination in private. The woman was effortlessly likable.

"Once we wrap today's session, we'll officially announce you as Stellar Group's new brand ambassador," Elise confirmed. "We'll release curated highlights across YouTube and other platforms to build anticipation. Naturally, all content will undergo your studio's approval before publication."

Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically. "Your team's planning has been impeccable. You'll find me completely cooperative."

In that moment, Elise found Elizabeth's approachability genuinely surprising.

Did the actress truly harbor no resentment about their complicated past?

Especially considering Elise's tangled history with William...

The photoshoot progressed with unexpected smoothness. Elizabeth's professionalism and dedication were so remarkable they concluded a full two hours ahead of schedule—an outcome that left Elise pleasantly stunned. She had mentally prepared for days of shooting, having previously endured artists who dragged simple sessions into week-long ordeals over creative "discomfort."

"You were magnificent," Elise praised, offering Elizabeth a chilled water bottle. "As discussed, the final selects and highlight reels will be delivered to your studio."

Elizabeth accepted the bottle, taking a long swallow. "Are you free for dinner tonight?"

"Pardon?"

"By the time I remove this makeup and recharge, it'll be dinner o'clock," Elizabeth elaborated. "Don't you have other commitments?" Elise inquired.

"I cleared my entire day, uncertain how long this shoot would run."

"Understood. Any culinary preferences? I'll secure reservations," Elise offered.

"Anything works, but prioritize good cocktails." Elizabeth's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Drinking with you is surprisingly entertaining."

"Very well, I'll arrange everything." Elise acquiesced.

By 6 PM, after confirming Elizabeth's tolerance for spice, Elise guided her to an authentic Mariachi eatery.

The restaurant's extensive menu of vibrant Latin dishes paired perfectly with spirited drinks.

Seated in their private booth, Elizabeth's eyes widened after sampling a spicy chorizo bite. "How did you discover this hidden gem?"

"My public relations background," Elise explained, pouring Elizabeth a glass of sangria. "I've practically canvassed every dining establishment across Crestwood to entertain potential investors. Learning their preferences became essential."

"You're nothing like I imagined," Elizabeth confessed between enthusiastic bites.

This was Elise's first encounter with an actress who ate with such unbridled joy, unlike others who maintained almost religious devotion to restrictive diets.

"I initially pegged you as just another pretty face—dependent on men and lacking substance," Elizabeth stated bluntly. "Though you are exceptionally beautiful."

It wasn't the first time Elizabeth had complimented Elise's appearance.