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 crew

actress, paled in comparison to a

not entirely composed, she displayed

to halt the scene, Sabrina gracefully bestowed

midday rendezvous for lunch with the crew unfolded,

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

potential in the

indelible mark of a renowned director-scriptwriter duo, veterans of countless collaborations and recipients of numerous accolades. It was poised to be a monumental

their inspiration from beloved novels that had already garnered considerable

but be taken aback

industry’s dynamics. Those who