Brooke put the top down on her Panther Black Audi R8 Spyder and stashed her camera bag on the front seat, strapping it in the seatbelt. The Nikon D800 was her prized possession. It had been a gift from her husband for their tenth anniversary and today she was taking it to a shoot for the first time. She felt like a kid in a candy store. Giddy didn’t even begin to explain her excitement. There would be four models today at the studio. There should have been five, but her assistant called her earlier to let her know one of them was sick and couldn’t make it. Whatever. She could make do with the four that had arrived and were currently in hair and makeup.
Photography was her art. Nothing had ever induced such passion in her as catching something incredible on the other side of her lens. The fact she got paid for it was an added bonus. Not to mention, if she hadn’t followed her dreams and had her first showing at Vander’s Art Gallery, she may never have met her husband.
Eleven years ago on opening night, Brooke had been a complete nervous wreck. Her hobby was no longer just a hobby. It was out there for the world to see and critique. It both terrified her and excited her. She was approached mid-evening by a sleek, sophisticated man in an Ermenegildo Zegna silk suit and tie that was obviously made to fit his tall and lean frame. The moment he inquired upon one of her photographs she had stammered a bit, but he placed a calming hand at her elbow and walked her towards the one he was admiring. His love and knowledge of art impressed her as much as his clean-cut, debonair appearance did. He won her over when he purchased the first two pieces she'd ever sold professionally. Finding out later on that night that he was a lawyer in the most respected and notable firms was the proverbial icing on the cake.
Their courtship had been a whirlwind and it had been easy to fall in love with such an intelligent man that was on the fast track to success. Over the years they both worked hard on their careers, though their relationship suffered a bit, they fell into an easy rhythm that was comfortable. He spent a lot of time at the office, and she spent her time at the studio or on location for her latest photo shoot. They of course had date nights a couple times a month when their schedules permitted, but usually when they went out it was for an event that coincided with one of their jobs.
On the outside looking in, they had the perfect marriage.
On the inside, Brooke could admit to herself it wasn’t easy being a District Attorney’s wife.
But after being married for over a decade to William Alexander, Brooke was okay with how her life was going. They lived a charmed life, money was never an object and she never wanted for anything. A mere mention of something catching her eye and William would gift it to her. It was his way of making up for all the hours he was never around. It used to bother her, but now she enjoyed her freedom and tried her best to stay out of his spotlight as much as possible, focusing on her own career instead.
Pulling into the parking lot at the studio, she felt that same familiar excitement in the pit of her stomach like she always did when she started a new project. Today she had three lovely ladies and one very handsome gentleman that would be her muses in front of a dark, grungy scene dressed in steam punk type attire. Her art had taken a bit of a darker tone lately. It seemed her own moods reflected in her photography. But so far, her agent was loving this new side of her.