Chapter 21: Warmth Amid the Fire
The scent of wet asphalt and cheap instant coffee was usually the signature smell of a film set in the morning. But for Scarlett, the air on the set of The Silent Heart today felt heavier, as if oxygen had been replaced by invisible particles of suspicion. The incident of the falling spotlight two days ago still lingered in her nerves, yet the demands of professionalism forced her to stand once again beneath the same lights.
Scarlett sat in her makeup chair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under her eyes were silent witnesses to her sleepless nights, even though a lingering warmth remained in her chest every time she remembered how Julian had held her the night before.
