Today's scene was a confrontation between the sisters Lorelei and Rihanna. They sat on the bed in the room, and Lorelei had just received a letter from her fiancé, happily sharing it with her beloved younger sister. At this time, Rihanna had not yet met her sister's boyfriend who was studying abroad. Their interaction was as good as any normal pair of sisters.
At this moment, Lettie held Cierra's hand, rambling, "Rihanna, Kadin said he'll come visit me during the holidays, then you'll get to see him." Lettie gently lowered her eyes, fully portraying a woman happily lost in love. Her face glowed with the radiance that love had given her.
Cierra accidentally furrowed her brows, and Basil, sensitive to the change, called for a pause and walked over to them. "What's wrong?"
Lettie's eyes flashed with a momentary guilt, but it quickly disappeared like ripples in a lake.
"Nothing," Cierra pressed her left palm on her right wrist, looking up at Basil with an expressionless face. "Did I do something wrong?"
Basil raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a questioning gaze, but ultimately shook his head and walked back to his seat.
"Action!"
When Basil signaled to start, Cierra took the initiative to grasp Lettie's wrist. Her right knuckles, hidden by her left hand, exerted a slight force, gradually increasing the pressure. Who wouldn't know such tricks? This "good sister" is already in her thirties, tsk, how childish!
"Lorelei, that's wonderful. I've been wanting to see what my future brother-in-law looks like. I'm really happy for you." Although she harbored resentment in her heart, Cierra's smile was genuinely radiant, as if the most beautiful stars were crushed into her eyes, forming a sparkling galaxy.
At this moment, Basil gestured again, signaling cameras one and two to zoom in, focusing on Cierra's expression. He himself was fixated on her, his eyes seeing no one else.
He found her particularly charming when she was so serious.
The final shot was of the two sisters sitting head-to-head, ending the scene.
Everyone around seemed to fall into a silent stillness, even holding their breaths, fearing that any movement would shatter this glass-like dream.
It was unclear who started it, but someone said, "Her smile is so beautiful."
"Are you talking about Cierra?" someone whispered in agreement.
"Yes, it's like you can't see anyone else in her eyes."
"Is she a newcomer?"
"I heard Mr. Logan discovered her. She just debuted and was already rumored with him, but her looks and acting are truly unforgettable."
"Clap, clap, clap!" Basil stood up, clapping with satisfaction. "Today's filming was very successful. We'll stop here for now. Tomorrow's shots have already been sent to everyone, please take a look in advance."
Lettie was the first to stand up from the set. She still looked composed and elegant, exuding the grace of a superstar, but no one knew that her palms were sweating coldly. It took a great effort for her to suppress the cold anger and not let it erupt.
A newcomer, fresh out of the gate with no foundation, dared to compete with her? On what grounds? Even if she was arrogant, she should first weigh her own worth! She had just overheard the staff's whispers, knowing that this woman had stolen her spotlight on the screen, leaving her face unseen, unforgivable, simply unforgivable! Despite the rising anger in her chest, her perfectly smiling mask remained firmly in place.
"Basil, are we done? Can you accompany me somewhere today?"
The woman's voice fell, laden with deep affection and endless lingering attachment, as she reached out to him.
There were still quite a few crew members who hadn't left, even Cierra saw Basil and Lettie standing together like star-crossed lovers. In truth, her heart couldn't say it was completely unmoved.
That day at the gym, she was almost certain of Lettie's hostility towards her. The stronger the hostility, the greater the chance of mission success. Just now, Lettie had left finger marks on her wrist. This time, she chose not to swallow her anger and directly challenged Lettie. After this battle, Basil might win the beauty, but she asked herself, did she truly hope they would be together?
She stood quietly not far from Basil, watching him. Among the dozens of staff members on the large set, he was the only one who noticed she was in pain from being pinched. Maybe it was a professional hazard for a director to be so observant, but she preferred to believe that his cold exterior was not his true nature. In fact, he should be a person with delicate emotions.
A devoted and passionate male lead should be paired with a gentle and affectionate female lead, not a hipocrite, especially a thousand-year-old refined one. Although it's not nice to speak ill of her own mother, Cynthia must have been blind or bewitched to pair these two together—it's just not right!
She sighed softly, feeling quite bewildered despite her usual wit and intelligence. Uncle, oh uncle, what is the best thing to do for you?
