Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 397

Hogan ran a hand through his hair, finally making up his mind. He turned the car around, headed back to the office to pick up his things, and drove home.

A week might not seem long, but with hundreds of people working tirelessly on set, it felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye.

Tonight, they would shoot the final scene of *Whispers of Winter*. Once the cameras stopped rolling, the production would officially wrap.

After months of non-stop work, Amara felt a mix of relief and excitement.

She had written a few scripts before, but this was the first time she'd been involved with a show from start to finish, pouring her heart and soul into every detail. She had high hopes for it, and now, with the end in sight, she couldn't help but feel both bittersweet and eager for what was next. She couldn't wait for the series to be released, to see how audiences would respond.

Amara. Take Liliana, for instance-she'd spent the last few days swinging between moments of relief

him himself.

the Wye social scene. She'd heard that people were scrambling to trace the source, but it was impossible to pin down. Eventually, everyone seemed

Hogan again. Even if Hogan tried to reveal the truth in a fit of desperation, Finnian probably wouldn't believe a word he said. Liliana assured herself that Hogan must have realized this, which explained why he'd

convinced she'd tied up every loose end-there was nothing left to

for reasons she couldn't have guessed. And she also couldnt Imagine that the Secret would eventually come out

a wrap party-a kind of "last supper"

the show's lead writer, Amara was, of course, invited. She arrived with Keith, and the two

the two were, so nobody batted an eye

They were another well-known couple and naturally took seats together-directly across from Amara and Keith, as luck would have