Elena
When I returned to the filming set, the familiar buzz of activity greeted me the moment I stepped inside the studio. Assistants hurried across the floor carrying equipment, stylists adjusted costumes on the actors, and several staff members clustered near the monitors where Director Elliot was standing.
I walked quietly toward the back of the set, rubbing my temples as the dull ache behind my eyes returned again. The lights were bright, the cameras were ready, and yet the atmosphere felt heavier than usual.
Everyone looked… exhausted.
My gaze shifted toward the filming area where Hydra was standing under the lights.
She was delivering her lines.
Or at least—trying to.
Her movements were stiff, her expressions exaggerated in the wrong moments, and the emotions s
