The sun was already dipping low by the time the final scene wrapped.
The director clapped his hands, pleased. "Good job, everyone! That's a wrap for today!"
Daisy gave a small, polite smile and bowed slightly — her quiet way of saying thank you. She wasn't the loud or cheerful type, just calm and composed, with a quiet charm that drew people in without her even trying.
After she finished changing, Daisy stepped out of the dressing room — and for a moment, even the bodyguards glanced her way.
She was undeniably gorgeous — not the kind that tried to be noticed, but the kind that couldn't help being noticed. Her beauty was soft and natural, like morning sunlight slipping through white curtains.
Her blouse hugged her lightly, outlining her slim waist and gentle curves, the soft rise of her chest just enough to hint at her femininity without being showy. Her jeans fitted perfectly, showing her delicate yet shapely figure — simple, but effortlessly elegant.
There was something pure about her — that quiet kind of beauty that didn't ask for attention, yet everyone's eyes were drawn to her anyway.
Even her walk was graceful; she moved like she was afraid of making noise, light on her feet, calm and poised. Her long hair flowed behind her as she adjusted the small silver earrings she always wore, her lashes brushing her cheeks whenever she blinked.
Yes — Daisy was gorgeous. Absolutely, undeniably gorgeous.
As she made her way outside, one of her bodyguards, Ryan, stepped forward. "This way, Miss Daisy," he said gently, extending his hand.
She hesitated for a second, glancing around shyly — she didn't like attention, not even from those assigned to protect her. But still, she placed her small hand in his, and he guided her carefully down the steps toward the waiting car.
Just as they were halfway there, a sharp voice called out behind them.
"Well, look who's acting like a princess now," sneered tessa, one of the actresses on set.
Daisy froze slightly, her hand still in Ryan's. He immediately tightened his grip protectively, stepping half a step in front of her.
"I'm not here to argue, tessa," Daisy said softly, her tone polite but distant. "It's been a long day."
"Oh please," tessa laughed, walking closer, her heels clicking against the pavement. "You think you're better than the rest of us because the director keeps talking about you?"
Ryan's calm expression shifted, and he spoke in a firm, low voice. "Miss Daisy has no interest in arguments. Please, step back."
The way he said it — quiet but commanding — made Ivy pause. She looked at Daisy again, eyes full of jealousy, before tossing her hair and muttering, "Whatever," then walking away.
Daisy let out a small sigh of relief. Her hand was still in Ryan's; he noticed the tremor in her fingers. "It's fine now, Miss," he said quietly. "Let's get you home."
She nodded without a word. He opened the car door for her, helping her in gently. As the car started to move, Daisy looked out the window, her heart still a little uneasy. She wasn't used to conflict. All she ever wanted was peace — and to focus on her work quietly, far from unnecessary attention.
The evening air was cool, and the city lights shimmered against the glass walls of L&R Corporation, where Leo sat in his office, going over documents he wasn't really reading.
His assistant, Eric, entered carefully.
"Sir, there's something you might want to see."
Leo looked up. "What is it?"
Eric placed a tablet in front of him — a short clip from that day's film set. It showed a crowd forming for a few seconds before security stepped in. Daisy was there, visibly shaken but quiet, being escorted to her car.
Leo's expression hardened instantly. "Who caused that?"
"An actress from the same production. The situation didn't escalate, but Miss Daisy seemed uncomfortable."
Leo's jaw tightened. He leaned back, closing the file in front of him. "Where is she now?"
"At her apartment, sir. She finished her shoot early."
"Good," Leo said, already standing. "Prepare the car."
Eric blinked. "Sir, it's almost midnight."
Leo simply adjusted his watch and said, "Then she shouldn't be alone."