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.

attention of prestigious directors. Though my passion

led me to this masterpiece, to a visionary like Grey,

trailer dropped, the entire cast and crew simultaneously posted on social media. After six months of silence, I was finally back in the

forgotten me. They’d kept faith during my absence,

had the perfect explanation: total immersion in a prestigious

wasn’t just a

was a triumph.

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of Love, Seven Minutes of

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shy servgnized Claire

smoke and mirrors

least the only played innocent–you faked your own deathrow how can you pre

Alexander Blacklisted me wille you had in the

at me. Before Ryan could intervene, I pushed him aside

man you want–1 couldn’t care less!*

mention my mother again, and I’ll slap you

cameras clicking away. Claire stood

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