TRIXIE'S POV:
It was past five o’clock when the photographer finally yelled.
“That’s a wrap! Good job, Trixie! You're really the best!”
I let out a long breath, my shoulders slumping in relief. The whole day had been nonstop– changing clothes every fifteen minutes, holding poses that made my back ache, smiling until my cheeks hurt. But the first thing I did when I stepped off the set was look for Anton. Napansin ko naman ang pag-alis niya kanina at nakuha kong nagtungo siya sa pantry dahil pagbalik niya, may hawak siyang kape.
“He’s been like that since he got back from the pantry. Did something happen there? Why do he looks upset?” I murmured in my mind.
I walked over to him, pulling off the heavy necklace I was wearing. “Hey,” I said, my voice soft. “You okay? You’ve been quiet eve
