She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Scarlett's POV

"That's your female lead, Aria," James Deep suddenly turns over, apparently hearing Amilia's comment on him and apparently, not planning on saying anything about that, "Amilia, you are up in five."

"Yes, sir!" Amilia makes a face at him and leaves, but not before she winks at me.

I can't close my shocked open mouth.

For a moment there I really thought I met the young Ava -- the pretty, bright, perfect girl in school who is nice to you even if just met. But maybe because she plays Ava, I now can't shake off the feeling that behind her smile there are also dark schemes running. But that's not even the issue--

"You--you...you chose her?!" I mumble at James Deep, more like talking to myself, "...why?"

James Deep shoots me a cocky look: "Are you asking because she fits the image of your female lead?"

I close my mouth. Yep, he totally saw through me and my script. I thought it was a clever twist -- everyone knows I'm Mrs. Knight, and everyone knows the story of the Fuller girls with the billionaire. So I thought they would just think I was writing a movie of my own story with myself being the female lead -- the perfect princess who was saved by the hero and married him, while trashing the mean sister.

Seeing my look, James Deep nods with understanding, dropping his question as he hints with his jaw: "That's your male lead and the mean sister. Do you want to talk to them before we start?"

see a redhead talking with a guy, tall and handsome, curly black hair. He turns and smiles at Amilia

did that only because they were shooting the reunion scene, but I see myself

just like

approached. As if there is a magnet in her that attracts exactly his eyes. And I will be like that girl, back away in silence even if I was

the hot figure, the stupidly clean eyes that contain wisdom only when Ava isn't in them. He ought to be the hottest catch

James Deep has been staring at

James Deep is only twenty-something years old, yet I feel like he

I follow his lead to a separate cubical,

it says on

No way!

with a polite indifference, "Do

I suddenly got nervous. My mind going through the night where I met -- well, stalked him. We met, we shook hands, and then he left. He might notice a car following him, but he wouldn't know if that was

force a smile. He might not know that I

door opens, and I look up, only

door is Damian