The rhythm of production had finally settled into a grueling but steady grind. After several days of non-stop coordination, Ethan Gray managed to wrap up his duties at the lot a bit earlier than usual. As he walked toward the exit of Riverport Studio City, the long shadows of the late afternoon stretched across the asphalt like dark fingers.
A sleek, black premium van—the kind used by high-profile stars—glided past him, its tinted windows reflecting the golden hue of the dying sun. Gareth Sunderland, the reporter who had become a fixture near their set, happened to be standing by the gate, packing his camera gear. He nudged Ethan and pointed at the receding vehicle.
“There she goes,” Gareth said, his voice a mix of professional observation and mild envy. “That’s Serena Waverly’s van. Loo
