"Weren't we going to run lines?"
A conflicted look flickered in Vivian Yardley's jet-black eyes as he looked at Laura Lowell. "Laura, you're not intentionally distancing yourself from me just because I confessed, are you?"
"Vivian, we're on set. Can we just talk about work, please?"
Laura Lowell didn't want to discuss personal matters in a place like this. After all, with so many people around, tongues were bound to wag. If someone with ill intentions overheard, there was no telling what kind of trouble they might stir up.
'Besides, I thought I made myself perfectly clear the other day.'
Just as Vivian Yardley was about to say something more, the young women on the crew all erupted in screams.
"AHHH... Redgrave is so handsome!"
"Why did my idol suddenly show up on set? Is he here for a visit?"
Hearing the commotion, Laura Lowell turned her head and saw that guy, Zachary Redgrave, walking toward them in a super-trendy tracksuit.
