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*Setting: Maleficent premier in Los Angeles CA, 2013/14*

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Lana and Fred had just arrived at the grand premiere of "Maleficent." Lana was the epitome of elegance in her strapless white jumpsuit, the silver sequined bandeau top catching the light just right to create a dazzling effect. She glided through the crowd, holding her head high, yet the tension between her and Fred was palpable.

As they made their way to the photo booth, Lana couldn't help but replay the heated argument they'd had earlier. Fred had been adamant that her outfit was too revealing, too eye-catching. His words, "You're showing too much shoulder," echoed in her mind, making her feel scrutinized. Despite his protests, she'd stood her ground, refusing to change into something more conservative.

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Then, there was you, the photographer. A consummate professional, you were there to capture the essence of the night. You recognized Lana instantly from her role on "Once Upon a Time." She'd always been a vision on screen, and seeing her in person was surreal. Though you admired her from afar, you maintained your professionalism, refraining from fawning over her like many fans would.

As Lana and Fred stood before you, ready for their photo, the underlying discord between them was evident. Lana's hand remained at her side, refusing Fred's attempts to hold it. Her posture was tense, her eyes distant. You could sense the unease, the discomfort radiating from her.

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Lana's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt anger, frustration, and sadness all at once. Fred's lack of compliments *stung.* Instead of praising her, he had focused on controlling what she wore, trying to dictate her choices. She felt diminished, her self-esteem *bruised.*

*"Is the jumpsuit too much?"*

*"God, do I look like a fool?"*

Lost in her thoughts, Lana didn't notice the admiration in your eyes. You saw her not just as a celebrity, but as a stunning woman who deserved to feel confident and beautiful.

*Until her eyes finally meet the woman’s.*