SOFIA
Two days later.
I’d been out in Texas for two days, working with Shamar and doing press, while Joaquin was back home, doing what he did. The director was doing a shoot on location with a few of us, and I’d been trying to get in touch with Joaquin for the longest time. Madelyn kept me updated about the kids, but Joaquin hadn’t come up late at night and left early in the morning. Some women would think he was cheating, but I knew my husband. Dating another woman would never enter his mind.
“All right, we're almost losing the light. Get this shot!” the director called out.
The makeup artist touched up my lipstick and held the small fan up to get air while we were outside the trailers, preparing to film. I read over my lines one more time, passed them back to the assistant, and stepp
