Things had been going well, or so I thought. After weeks of dealing with Scarlet's schemes, I finally felt like I was coming out on top. I had gained the respect of the crew, and my performance on set was being praised. It felt like I was proving myself, slowly but surely. But, of course, that was just a fragile illusion.
One afternoon, after wrapping up a particularly difficult scene, I was headed back to my dressing room when I overheard two of the crew members talking in hushed voices.
"I don’t know, man. Did you see what happened with Scarlet yesterday? Poor thing’s been dealing with so much drama. It's like Margarette’s really out to get her."
My heart sank. *Out to get her?* What were they talking about? I wasn’t the one causing tr
I wasn’t sure when I’d made the decision to confront Scarlet. Maybe it was after another long day on set, when the glares and whispers had worn me down. Or maybe it was seeing Lucas’ innocent face when I came home, reminding me why I couldn’t let someone like Scarlet win.Either way, I knew that I had to face her, no more avoiding the issue.I waited until the day’s taping wrapped up. The lights dimmed, and the crew started packing up. I could feel the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but I kept moving forward. Scarlet was at her usual spot by the dressing room, talking with her assistant and giggling as if she hadn’t spent the entire day undermining me.“Scarlet,” I called out, my voice steady des
I had been counting down the days until the movie wrapped up, and finally, my daily encounters with Scarlet eventually had come to an end. And in all fairness, I was proud of myself that I had endured her jabs, her attempts to sabotage my work, and her never-ending smug attitude on set for far too long. When the final scene was shot, and we were done, I felt like I could finally breathe again.But that relief was short-lived.A few weeks later, just as I was beginning to put the nightmare behind me, I received an invitation to an awards night. Vancouver Film & Artist Awards (VFAA). It was prestigious, hosted by one of the largest networks, and to my shock, I had been nominated for Best Newcomer Artist. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it—excited, maybe, but mostly, I was hesitant. The idea of possibly winning and then standing in front of all those people, being in the same room as industry legends, it felt too overwhelming. And then above all those things, there was the fact that S
The hum of the party buzzed in the distance as William stood by my side, his hand resting gently on my shoulder, grounding me as I fought to keep my emotions in check. My heart pounded, and I had to remind myself to breathe. I wasn’t about to let Scarlet’s petty cruelty ruin this night for me. Not after everything I had been through to get here. Not when I had just tasted victory.William's phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence between us. He glanced at the screen and nodded curtly, motioning for me to follow. "My friend’s waiting outside. She’s a stylist. She’ll fix this,” he said, his tone reassuring, as though it was a given that the evening wasn’t going to end in humiliation.As we slipped through the dimly lit hallways, I kept my head down, my heart thudding in my chest. The ink stain on my gown was spreading, its inky tendrils a visible reminder of Scarlet’s latest attempt to sabotage me. But I couldn’t let her win. Not tonight. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing
It had been several months since the awards night, but it still felt like yesterday. The sound of laughter and music from that evening echoed in my memory, but more than that, I remembered the way the crowd looked at me. I had walked into the event thinking I was just another guest, but by the end of the night, I became the center of attention—not just because of Scarlet’s failed attempt to humiliate me, but because I finally stood my ground and showed everyone who I truly was.What I didn’t expect was the ripple effect it would have on my life.At first, the emails came in slowly. A couple of messages from smaller brands, wanting to collaborate, offering sponsorships, and asking if I would consider promoting their products. I thought it was a joke at first. They wanted me to represent their products? And I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought of myself as someone worthy of that kind of attention. Sure, I had always tried to dress well and carry myself with grace, but I wasn’t som
Weeks had passed and I tried to come up with a new look that would best suite the role that I would play in the film.It was my first day on set, and although I had spent weeks preparing, nothing could have prepared me for the nerves twisting in my stomach. Meanwhile, there goes William, as usual calming presence by my side, glancing at me with a reassuring smile.“You’re going to be great out there, Marga,” he said, patting my shoulder. “It’s just the first day at work, but with cameras focus more on you. But don’t worry, I heard first day should be more one script reading especially with this production team who offered you this project. I’ve heard they go about that practice all the time.”“Right,” I mumbled, exhaling deeply as I looked around the bustling set. Crews were moving in every direction, adjusting lights, setting up cameras, and bustling around with papers and clipboards. It was overwhelming, to say the least. The stars of Canadian showbiz were all here—faces I had only
Today was the day I would be filming my first major scene with Stella. I knew it was going to be intense—our characters were set to have a confrontation that would shake the foundation of the storyline. But part of me was looking forward to it. After all, this was my chance to really prove myself.Kim was waiting for me outside the makeup trailer, holding a coffee and going over the day’s schedule. “First filiming day today, Ms. Marga,” she said, handing me the cup. “First scene would be with Stella. How are you feeling?”I smiled, taking a sip. “Nervous to be honest but ready. I’ve reread the script and It’s going to be intense.”Kim nodded. “The director mentioned it’s one of the pivotal scenes of the movie, so all eyes will be on this one. But you’ve got this, Ms. Marga.”I headed into the trailer to get my hair and makeup done, and as I sat in the chair, I couldn’t help but go over the script in my head. The scene was raw. Vivian—Stella’s character—was supposed to slap my charac
The days on set went on and each one more exhausting than the last. Those scenes that I had with Stella grew more intense, more emotionally charged, and while I gave my best, something just gradually falling off. The director seemed to be noticing Stella more and more, praising her performance at every turn while leaving me in my own starred movie to be behind the spotlight. I couldn’t help but overhear their murmured conversations between takes, and it was impossible to ignore the growing feeling of jealousy on my end.I mean why won’t I feel like it when I should be the one they’re praising? This was supposed to be my movie? Not that I was being self-centered but I was also working so hard. In the end, I tried to channel all my frustration to working my best because I knew that nothing would result to this if I wouldn’t work hard.By the time I finished for the day, I was drained, both physically and mentally. I retreated to my trailer, shutting the door behind me and sinking into t
The days on set felt lighter, as if Ms. Carrington’s words had somehow peeled away the weight of what I’d been carrying. Somehow, I felt like I was free—more free and more connected to my character.Recently, I was able to let my fears and insecurities show through in subtle moments. During one particularly emotional scene, the director actually stopped midway and I thought he’d reprimand me or something, but I was wrong, he actually praised me instead.“That’s it, Margarette!” he called out, his voice brimming with excitement. “That’s exactly the energy we’re looking for. Keep that up, ‘kay?”What the director just said might sound as a small thing, but it surely felt like winning from a lottery that I couldn’t help but smile.. As soon as we wrapped up for the day, I made a beeline for my trailer, unable to contain my excitement. Kim was already there, flipping through some notes on her tablet.“Hey, Kim, you’ll never guess what just happened!” I practically squealed, flopping down