Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea gathered her wits, her words finally forming. “Sorry. I’m a friend of Sabrina’s. She’s currently occupied. Although I don‘t quite grasp the details, I will relay your message to her.”

Murray harbored no suspicions. “Thank you. Please do inform her.”

Upon concluding the call, Galilea promptly returned the phone to Sabrina’s handbag, ensuring it resumed its original position.

She cast her gaze upon the bustling crowd, her mind in a whirl.

In the subsequent scenes, Galilea’s attention wandered, causing her to falter and fail to complete her filming.

The director’s expression soured, his dissatisfaction palpable as he addressed Galilea, “Your character should exude confidence. What’s going on here? You appear burdened with guilt! I am beginning to question whether you’ve committed some wrongdoing. Forget it. Let’s start filming fighting scene first. You can have a rest and pull yourself together.”

the director summoned the crew to bring Sabrina to

in comparison to a newcomer standing in for

her part, Galilea resumed filming. While not entirely composed, she displayed marked

halt the scene, Sabrina gracefully bestowed

rendezvous for lunch with the crew unfolded, prompted by Galilea’s impending afternoon

a tray of delectable sustenance for Galilea, her ears perked up to the dulcet tones of Galilea engaging in a phone conversation within the

two of these scripts, both boasting considerable potential in the ensuing season. Coveted by actors far and wide, these narratives had garnered significant

veterans of countless collaborations and recipients

the remaining scripts, discovering that they too derived their inspiration from beloved

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these past couple of days, Sabrina had gleaned tidbits from the crew’s conversations, affording her a modicum of insight into this industry’s dynamics. Those who had the privilege of cherry-picking scripts typically fell into two categories: either they held sway over a devoted fan base or wielded