Now *this* was the leading lady he wanted for his commercial. She was like a fairy, a figure who seemed to have stepped right out of a painting. Dressed in flowing white period attire with her lustrous hair half-pinned, she approached with light, graceful steps. She looked like an angel who had descended to the mortal realm, leaving the onlookers afraid to even breathe for fear of startling her.
The director strode forward, intending to intercept the woman and get the shoot started, but he froze as he got close to Olivia Wynne.
'Aren't the clothes this girl is wearing from our wardrobe? The hairpiece is, too.'
The director stopped in front of Olivia Wynne and asked uncertainly, "Olivia Wynne?"
"Director, it's me. Are we ready to shoot?"
A smile immediately spread across the director's face, like the cat that got the cream.
"Perfect, perfect! Crew, get everything ready! We're starting the shoot!"
