Wrapped in a thick down jacket, Annabelle sat in the car driven by Jax, feeling both the dread of the winter sea and the nerves of her first-ever film shoot.
Thinking about today’s filming made her uneasy.
According to the script, she had to wear a thin wedding dress and jump into the freezing ocean in the middle of winter.
And she wouldn’t be allowed to come out immediately—there were also underwater scenes to be shot.
Could the waters near Elfhedge really produce the crystal-clear effect the script required?
She let out a long sigh.
Why had she been so stubborn about changing the script?
Clearly, playing smart didn’t suit her—every little *trick* she had pulled ended up backfiring on herself. *T＿T*
She glanced at her phone, debating whether to message Kendrick, bu
