Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 62

Chapter 62

As a seasoned actor, Kimberly commanded respect from everyone on set. They assumed she might have deeper insights. into the performance, so no one objected.

"Alright, let's do another take," the director, William, agreed.

Emily, watching from her cool spot on the sidelines, felt a surge of satisfaction seeing Sharon get slapped. Kimberly was Sophia's friend, after all, so that slap was surely meant to avenge her. The second take started directly with the slap.

Kimberly glared fiercely at Sharon, a flicker of smugness passing through her eyes. It was hard to tell whether this was part of her character or something more personal.

Just as she was about to bring her palm down, a figure darted out from the crowd, firmly catching her hand mid-air.

The sudden appearance of a girl in modern clothes caught everyone off guard, leaving the crew momentarily stunned. Emily, who had been comfortably lounging in her rocking chair, eagerly anticipating Sharon's beating, suddenly furrowed her brow. "Who dares to interfere? This displeased her greatly.

But when she recognized who it was, her heart leaped into her throat. 'Ophelia? Why her again?"

Lately, the mere thought of running into Ophelia sent chills down her spine. Trouble seemed to cling to that woman like a shadow. Her heart raced. She'd had enough of the drama and quickly retreated to her dressing room. William and crew members stood up, bewildered. "Who's this? Some tourists who wandered onto our set?"

Sharon was stunned by Ophelia's bold move. Her usually calm eyes sparkled like starlight until the director's sharp question snapped her back to reality. "She's... She's my friend," Sharon stammered. "She came to visit the set "Visitor or not, she can't disrupt our filming, William grumbled.

Ophelia released Kimberly's hand, her icy gaze carrying a clear warning. Kimberly suddenly felt guilty and avoided eye

contact

"I apologize for the interruption," Ophelia said smoothly. Tve brought some snacks and drinks for everyone. Director, could we take a short break? Sharon's face is swollen, and I'm not sure the footage will turn out well." Right on cue,

Sharon's assistant swooped in, armed with an assortment of snacks and drinks for the crew.

The gesture was too good to pass up. Even William, now mollified, agreed to a one-hour break. Conveniently, the crew's lunch had just arrived, making it a perfect time for everyone to eat.

dressing room, Ophelia's brow furrowed at the sight of

quickly. "Just part of the scene we

murmured. She wrapped an ice pack in a napkin and gently pressed

eyes sparkled as she looked at Ophelia, her gaze reminiscent of a starstruck

and glanced at her watch. "Where's

immediately pointed in the

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Chapter 62

door. "We need to

what was happening. Ophelia must have found out about the online smear campaign against her. Even though they both new it was a setup, the only way to quell the rumors now was to apologize to Emily. A pang of guilt hit Sharon. Once again. Ophelia was left

the dressing room door. Tracy opened it. As she saw who had arrived, a flicker of understanding crossed her face, poorly concealing

thought. After how things went down, how could

spreading across her face. "Looks like your cheek's swollen too, huh?" Her eyes flicked to the woman beside Sharon, a sense of familiarity tugging at her. Before Tracy could

immediately stiffened at the sight of Ophelia. She sat up bristling like a cat

straight,

my dressing room?" Emily asked, her voice tight with

of a smirk, amused by Emily's reaction. She walked

Ophelia's hands, watching intently as she pressed something on what

jolt that this wasn't lipstick at all but a hidden camera.

You

my dressing room? Ophelia, have you lost your mind?" Emily stared at her in horror. 'How long has this been going on?' Her mind raced, wondering if everything from before

phone. A video

"Ms. Campbell, we have a slapping scene coming up. I want you to really go for it-no holding back. It's our first scene together, so we need

sure to control the force, but I'll make it look

the red mark on Emily's face. But a keen observer would notice that it wasn't the result of a sideways slap. Instead, it looked as if a hand had been pressed against her

They're already on Twitter. Being a diva the lead

rehearsals and

"Alright, hurry up and wipe this