Black & White (Picture Perfect #1) Read Online Free

feeling of disappointment.
    I was about to ask Jude if she had lost her mind when the lights disappeared. Rough, calloused hands slid over my eyes, blocking my vision. Thanks to her giggle, it was apparent this was part of Jude's surprise.
    The unknown person leaned in, his musky scent settling on me. Goosebumps ran across my skin when a disconnected voice whispered in my ear, “Guess who, Beth?”

Chapter Two
    Judith
    Beth and I had known each other since we were four. It had been a day of extreme heat when each of our families decided to go to Vancouver Lake. The cool air and cooler water was the best way to survive the sun as it baked our bodies. It was a spot west of Vancouver, Washington, where we were both born. It seemed both nature and fate had worked in our favor.
    I'd been playing in the sand, making a sand castle. Well, it wasn't sand really, but to a four year old it was wet and bondable. Beth had come running down the beach and fell on one of the towers I'd made. While seeing red in a fit of temper, a chunk of wet mud was sent flying in her direction, hitting her in the head. It stuck in her hair, sliding down her face. She was mad, very mad. When she called me a skinky-head, love blossomed immediately.
    Beth became my best friend from day one. Thankfully, our families lived in the same neighborhood in Vancouver. We were two peas from the same pod, and where you found one of us, you naturally found the other.
    We were in grade three when Beth's parents divorced, and we were both terrified of the consequences. Her mom had decided to move to Houston, Texas. It didn't seem right in her parents' eyes to separate a mother and daughter, so of course, Beth moved with her mom.
    I saw Beth at Christmas, spring break and every summer. We were inseparable during those times. We wrote each other constantly and talked on the phone nightly, but our friendship really picked up again when Beth moved back to Vancouver after her mother's death. Things were a little different, since we were older and more mature, but we still loved each other.
    It had been common knowledge for years that Beth had a natural talent for taking photos. She had sent so many nature photographs with her letters over the years and they were all so amazing. The incredible scenery, sunsets over the ocean, hell, even the photographs of snakes were interesting. Photography was like second nature to Beth, almost an extension of herself.
    It was during that summer, after moving back to Vancouver, when Beth started taking shots of me. Beth had always been interested in nature shots, but she had a talented eye for portraits. The first photos she showed me, left me shell-shocked. I was way more beautiful than I'd ever thought possible. She had a way of capturing an emotion and letting the photograph speak for itself.
    Posing for Beth had become an addiction. My parents loved the idea that I was finding something which interested me. My choices and interests in life had always been wishy-washy, but I had the looks to become a model, which brought Beth and I even closer together.
    We worked every day of that summer, making a portfolio for each of us. Mine was for modeling and Beth's for photography. Everything changed after that, some money was made through small gigs. Both Beth and I were slowly making names for ourselves and achieving some success was what made us move to New York together. At least that's what I had told Beth. We had gotten lucky enough, though, to find the right people who made all our dreams come true.
    But after a few years in the brutal world of modeling, we both wanted our simple lives back. So we worked hard towards this new goal, and eventually we were able to move back to Vancouver. We spent a few months living with our families, discussing options and deciding what we really wanted to do.
    Which is where Huntley Studio came in. We wanted to be close to our families, but independence was something we had both become used to. Portland