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
The days on set had become exhilarating, as if Ms. Carrington’s teachings had unlocked a overflowing river of creativity within me. Each scene felt like stepping into a new layer of my character I uncover, and I could feel myself standing out again, shining even better and no longer overshadowed by my co-stars. Even the production crew and the director who keep praising me every time we wrapped up noticed it too, and with the director even murmuring to his assistant, “She’s really come into her own.” that made it to my knowledge because of Kim, simply motivated me more.It was the recognition I’d been yearning for ever since I began filming for this movie, and I was grateful to have met Ms. Carrington. With her tips that I simply followed, I was able to achieve the outcome of my performance for this film. And by the end of almost a year of filming, we were down to our final scenes, and the director, looking both pleased and weary, announced we’d wrap up early to return tomorrow, rest
As I lay in bed, a mix of regret and exhaustion weighing me down, what Kim told me just left me with anxiety. And as I was about to ask her for solution, a soft knock interrupted me and caused me to look toward the door opening, and there was William, holding Lucas. I instantly saw how relief seemed to have flickered in his expression, but he remained quiet, allowing Lucas to be the first to react.“Mommy!” Lucas wiggled in William’s arms, his reaction was so obvious he was desperate to get down. And the moment William released Lucas, his little feet touched the floor and rushed toward me. I had to quickly sit up as I got scared he might trip, but his small hands quickly reached the bed as he climbed up and threw his arms around my neck. “Mommy, play?” he asked, his voice hopeful as he grinned up at me.Despite everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Soon, sweetheart. Mommy needs to talk with Uncle William for a bit, okay?” He looked at me with a pout but eve
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands as William’s suggestion hung in the air between us. The practical side of me knew he was right: that his idea could save my image from the scandal. But it felt as if something intangible was pressing against me, keeping me from agreeing outright. Pretending to be with William to save my reputation felt like a betrayal towards Leon somehow.Seeing my hesitation, William pulled a chair close and sat down, leaning forward so that he was right at my level. “Margarette, I get it,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to feel bad about considering this. It’s just a cover up. I know what Leon meant to you, and I’d never ask you to forget that.”I looked up, taken aback by his words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…well, I just… I feel like I’d be crossing a line,” I admitted, trying to put into words the unease gnawing at me. “Even if it’s just for show, I don’t want anyone to think I’ve moved on from Leon so quickly. I don’t even
AFTER A FEW DAYS, William was able to arrange a press conference as how he promised me. And this conference was intended for me to be able to clear out my name from that scandal that was completely and obviously a frame up to defame me.The press conference felt like a storm waiting to break. I stood backstage, heart pounding, knowing that the world outside was ready to dissect every word, every glance, every detail William and I gave them. William had arranged this meeting to set the record straight, but I was painfully aware of the risks involved. One slip, one inconsistency, and the tabloids would be running wild with stories for months.And as everything begin, William was beside me, calm and collected as always. He gave me a reassuring nod. “Remember, we’re here to clear this up, nothing more. They’ll push, but I’ll handle it if things go too far.”I took a deep breath, nodding back. “Thank you, William. I don’t know if I could face this without your help.”“Anytime, Margarette,”
The press conference had certainly done its job, and for a while, things calmed down. The tabloids moved on to new stories, and my scandal was reduced to old news. I focused on work, throwing myself into my upcoming projects and grateful that the movie’s production team had stayed behind me. It felt like things were finally slipping back into normalcy, though the idea of a “relationship” with William lingered in the background.A week after the press conference, William and I agreed to meet at a quiet cafe to catch up and talk about our progress. Despite everything, William and I had managed to keep things comfortable. He was good company, and his calm presence was a relief. But I couldn’t deny that pretending to date him left a strange feeling that I couldn’t shake.When I walked in, William was already at a corner table, sipping coffee and reading something on his phone. He looked up, smiling warmly as he saw me.“Margarette, it’s good to see you. How’s everything on your end?”“Bus
It took me having the cold feet to go meet up with william and thankfully, he still had some errands to do at the network station where he was currently working as a project director for the national TV.William was surely a very hardworking person. To be honest, dating him wasn’t so bad. Even though this was all just a set up, I found him to be a very caring and thoughtful partner. Not because we’re good friends, but I found that Willima could really be an ideal man to become a partner.Anyone could easily rely on him without any worry. He was also a faithful man, I never heard about him getting linked to any random girl and above all, a responsible man too. I wouldn’t even doubt he would become a good father when he becomes one.The way he gives so much attention to Lucas was more than enough for me to consider all of this good traits about William. However, he was not just for me. I have already decided no to go seek for any partner now, my sole focus was to raise Lucas.And above a