(Asher’s POV)
The grand ballroom of The Royal Crest Hotel buzzed with activity as the crew prepared for the next shot. The lavish chandeliers, the golden embellishments, and the crisp, luxurious atmosphere set the perfect backdrop for my upcoming scene.
Dressed in a tailored black suit, I stood near the set, my expression composed, waiting for the director’s cue. The cameras were in place, the lighting adjusted to perfection, and the extras positioned.
“Alright, everyone! Ready… and action!”
The scene played out smoothly, I delivered my lines flawlessly, my charisma lighting up the screen. After a few takes, the director finally called for a break.
I was about to walk towards my team when I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Well, if it isn’t the superstar himself?”
I turned around,
