HONEYMOON CHAPTER 1
Vanessa's bones ached. There was no other way to describe it. What should've been a regular day on set had instead turned into a crazy free-for-all. She yanked the door of her trailer open; her weariness causing her to groan at the strain on her tired arm muscles. Looking down, she groaned again when she noticed a tremble in her biceps.
"I never signed up for this," she muttered to herself, entering the trailer and letting the cheap metal door slam behind her.
She sat down in the chair in front of her mirror, grabbing makeup remover and wiping off not only her pancake makeup but actual pancakes. Vanessa had been surprised when she'd shown up to work that morning to find the director disturbingly gleeful. She'd expected to shoot a relatively tame living room scene tha
