Chapter 11

Cut? That’s a wrap! Congratulations!”

Director Grey emerged from behind the monitors, giving Ryan and me an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Incredible! A thousand times better than when you started!”

“All thanks to Ryan’s guidance,” I smiled, accepting the wrap bouquet before joining Ryan to watch the

playback.

This wasn’t mere flattery. Over six months, Ryan had truly elevated my performance. I’d learned to read the subtlest shifts in his expressions, responding with equally nuanced emotions.

I was certain “Twilight’s Edge” would sweep awards season.

“No, Evelyn’s the natural talent here,” Ryan countered.

“Oh?” Grey’s gaze darted between us. “Look at you two, trading compliments.”

Breathing in the mountain air, I finally felt at peace.

This film was my most fulfilling role yet. Before, I’d passed up countless scripts I loved to spend time with Alexander. The few that truly excited me, he’d hijacked for Claire.

mediocre films these past years, my natural talent had still caught the attention of prestigious directors. Though my passion had nearly been extinguished–I’d even agreed to Alexander’s wish that I retire to focus on

this masterpiece, to a visionary like Grey, and to an

social media. After six months of silence,

my absence,

the perfect explanation: total immersion in a prestigious film

just a comeback.

a triumph.

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cameras clicking away. Claire stood disheveled, all

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