Chapter 51 Lights, Camera, Humiliation

• The dazzling lights of the studio felt more like a harsh interrogation lamp to Edwin as he sat in the cramped dressing room. The mirror before him was ringed with bulbs, but their glow seemed to accentuate the tired lines around his eyes rather than illuminate his once-celebrated features. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish ensemble - a deep burgundy henley that hugged his still-impressive physique, paired with designer jeans and Italian leather boots. An outfit that would have once drawn admiring glances now felt like armor against the indifference and disdain he faced.
• The makeup artist hovering nearby kept darting nervous glances at him, her hands shaking slightly as she applied powder to his face. The awkward silence was palpable, broken only by the distant buzz of activity beyond the dressing room door.
• "You're doing great, Melissa," Kimberly said softly, offering an encouraging smile to the young woman.