SOFIA
“Three, two, one, action,” the director blurted out. The camera started rolling, and lights shined down on the set. My eyes were fixed on the mirror as I composed myself before I turned and walked away. Shamar came into view as I tightened my robe.
“Kendrick, I’ve been your wife for the past five years. I refuse to let them win.”
“Cut!” the director shouted.
While the makeup artist touched up my makeup, the cinematographer rolled the lens back to reveal the playback footage. Since Joaquin and I got married almost two years ago, my life had just expanded even more. My last album received multiple awards, and I had been offered a lot of work, which made me a household name now.
“Sofia, let's try it with you really pissed off. Your character was sacrificed.”
“Okay, Angela.”
“You
