Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) -
Chapter 2007: Angel Can'T Hide
Chapter 2007: Angel Can't Hide
She smiled and reached out to hug her, "Thank you, Elisa." She had never expected to get through all three rounds so easily; she felt like she had performed exceptionally well. Seeing this, Spencer's lips curved into a handsome arc. When Summer and Elisa walked towards them, he intentionally or unintentionally blocked their path.
Their eyes met, and he said to her, "You did great today."
"Thank you," she knew that she owed half of her excellent performance to him, as he had helped her relax the night before.
"Take me out for dinner," he said softly, then leaned in close to her ear. "Cook for me yourself."
Without waiting for her response, he walked past her with his hands in his pockets, leaving her behind.
He knew she would definitely agree to this small request.
Summer remained calm as she watched him walk away. Elisa felt excited but didn't show it, happily taking the girl's arm and saying, "Let's go, Summer, let's go touch up our makeup!" "Okay."
The morning shoot went smoothly, as did the afternoon shoot. Everyone put in a lot of effort.
There were two more scenes to shoot that night, and since everyone was still in good spirits and the emotions were just right, the director sought everyone's opinion and they all agreed. Makeup was already done before the shoot started.
All the actors who had scenes that night were studying the script, and those who didn't have scenes had already left the set.
Sitting in the dressing room with the script, Angel's heart was racing because the next scene was where Zoe gets slapped, and Riverflow had to slap her.
This made her think back to the day she had slapped Summer at the party...
Would this woman retaliate against her given the chance?
Angel was nervous and couldn't help but lose focus. Her state of mind was not good.
"Angel..." Adelaide expressed her concern. "If you're not focused, it can easily lead to a retake. There are so many eyes watching, and Daniel has a clear mind, so I doubt she would do anything." That's what she said, but... what does Summer really think, who knows?
In the neighboring dressing room, Summer was reviewing her lines and looked calm.
After a while, Spencer knocked on the open door and walked in. "Summer, don't go easy on this scene later."
Summer and Elisa looked at him with some incredulity.
Spencer coughed softly and quickly explained, "mean, if you don't use enough force, you won't achieve the effect Daniel wants, and we'll have to reshoot, delaying the shooting schedule and causing us to work late tonight."
"Okay," the girl nodded. She seemed calm but was actually under a lot of pressure.
On set that night, before shooting-
The director approached Summer
and Anger on set and said, "Do you two want to discuss before we start shooting? Communicate a bit before we officially start shooting?
Summer didn't say anything, and Angel looked at her, then at the director. "No need, let's start now." After all, getting slapped in the scene was inevitable.
The lines and scenarios were all memorized, but the more familiar they were, the more anxious she felt.
Angel was actually very afraid that Summer would retaliate, but there was no choice. This was how the story was written, so she had to do her best, despite her nervousness. en.swhovels.net
As a frontline actress, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
Soon, all the crew members were in their positions, and the director gave the command-
"3, 2, 1, action!"
A car slowly approached and stopped in front of the hotel lobby. The car door opened, and Angel, in high heels, got out.
Summer walked towards her with a variety of complex emotions on her face. When it comes to emotions, any friendship seems fragile. "Riverflow, let me explain, I was with Tristan..."
Slap-!
Summer raised her hand, and a loud slap hit Angel's face directly, staggering her.
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