Sunlight spilled across the land, bathing everything in its glow. With sweat beading on her forehead, Zoya Doyle handed a bottle of water to Olivia Wynne.
"Olivia, have some water."
Under a large parasol, Olivia Wynne took off her sunglasses and reached for the water. "Thank you."
"Of course, Olivia."
Zoya Doyle sat down on a small stool beside Olivia Wynne, her eyes fixed on the set. "Olivia," she whispered, "is this still the same scene from before I went to get water? They still haven't gotten a good take?"
The winter sun warms your skin, but the summer sun is pure torture.
Even though Olivia Wynne was sitting under the parasol, she couldn't help but sweat. Her spirits low, she set the water aside and responded with a soft hum.
"Mhm."
Hearing this, Zoya Doyle leaned closer to Olivia Wynne and whispered, "Kimberly's acting is terrible."
Olivia Wynne glanced toward the set, then her gaze swept coolly over Zoya Doyle. "Good or not, the role is still hers."
