Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

To ensure Galilea couldn’t find any fault with her, Sabrina meticulously washed the tableware several times, leaving no room for complaints.

After a brief rest, Galilea stepped out of the car and returned to the set. The dresser touched up her makeup, and the stylist made sure her hair and costume were in perfect order, preparing for the upcoming scene.

On the film set, the props and Lights were undergoing adjustments.

Sabrina stood by, patiently waiting.

At that moment, the stylist removed a costume from a nearby hanger, identical to the one Galilea was wearing.

Sabrina with it, puzzling Sabrina. “Miss Chavez, you can go inside and

and

stand-in?” She sought confirmation from Galilea with a

she gazed at Sabrina’s reflection in the

anticipated being asked to be a stand-in on her very first

lost. “But I don’t know what to do or how

impatience was evident. “Once you change into the outfit, just listen to the director’s instructions

cast her eyes downward, and made her way to the dressing

revealing than

her smaller size, but when Sabrina put it on, it left her feeling almost exposed, with a

work,” she mumbled to