OLIVIA’S POV
“Ma’am, we’re switching sets. The next shoot starts in exactly thirty minutes,” the camera assistant came by my chair, clutching a clipboard.
“Got it,” I told her, nodding.
She hurried away to the next task, her headset bouncing slightly as she walked.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the low, frantic energy of the studio of te distant sound of music, click of gear being moved, and muffled voices wash over me.
This noise somehow was my peace. It was the life I had been dragged away from and fought tooth and nail to reclaim.
The hairstylist hovered behind me, touching up the loose wave at the side of my face. “Your hair is so unique,” she said. “I love that natural lift you have near the crown.”
I watched her through the mirror, as a smile formed to my lips. “Thank
