"Excuse me, Miss Michaelson." One of the director assistant called from behind me. I cringed inwardly at the formality –I could never get used to it. I hiked my bag, smiled and turned around look at her."Yes, how may I help you?""Could you please get Ian on standby, his scene is up next." She said, before giving instruction through some kind of walkie-talkie. "Yeah, sure." I answered. "Thanks." She turned on her heel towards another actor's van. "I'll see you at the set."I nodded, making a noncommittal sound and began my journey towards the dressing room where he currently was after the early morning shootings. Yeah, you heard right. The day had finally come upon us and here we were on the set of After Love. The first script reading had happened about a month ago for which I was absent because of a wedding and the second one happened two weeks ago. I really was enthusiastic about attending the read through but it seem that fate had other plans for me and again I found myself not

Two hours and a couple of minutes later, we found ourselves at Richard's holiday home in Manchester after much deliberation. It was a much better idea than shuttling between London and Manchester and staying at the hotel with less privacy according to Ian. It was even more advantageous because of its closeness to the filming site.Richard walked into the living room having changed from his outfit. He exhaled and tiredly dropped himself on the couch, stretching his limbs."Hah! It feels so good to be home." He sighed. "I don't think I remember the last time I was here.""Mhmn," I raised a brow at his comment, looking up from my phone. "It feels good to be home but you don't remember the last time you were here. That sounds contradicting."He gave a sideway glance and responded with a smile. "That would be because," Adrian cut in, shutting the refrigerator door and walked into the living space with three cans of beer. "This," he said, gesturing at the room, "isn't his actual home.""It

The late afternoon found myself sitting in an abandoned warehouse watching as the photographer interacted with the magazine editor in charge of today's shoot. They were probably discussing making a few changes to the concept of the shoot while I sat here wondering how I went from being the house manager of an actor to being the road manager of the same actor in a span of three weeks. Although it was hectic and tiring, I couldn't deny that it had been fun all along, and besides, with it came many nice incentives. The week had been pretty quiet for me since Adrian resumed work following his return from his vacation, and I, back to my usual routine of managing the house affairs. That was until I got a call last night from Adrian asking that I fill in for him in today's shoot. The photoshoot was being organised by one of the biggest names in the fashion world, THE ELITE. I watched as Max the photographer in charge of the shoot, and the editor continued to converse and make changes to so

A few moments of silence passed as I gazed at the figure who was standing behind Max."I'm correct."She gave a very bright smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She looked as sweet and stunning as ever.We all gawked at her in silence."Megan." Ian responded, breaking the silence. "Oh, you're here too." She gestured at me and Max and then eyed our plates all the while maintaining a perfect smile. "Is this a post-shooting lunch?""I thought you had left." Ian replied, instead."Nah, I stayed back for a quick interview. Mind if I join you guys?" She asked, flashing us a bright smile. We all exchanged looks before agreeing. I mean, it was just lunch, right?"Yeah, sure you could." Rosa smiled, motioning for her to take a seat.She kept her smile and turned to Max and Ian, eyeing the space between them."Oh well, if you say so." She said and took a seat next to Ian. "Thank you." She smiled."I honestly thought you had gone home." Ian mumbled. "How was the shoot, though?"She glance

It took exactly two weeks and three days for the little get-together which Ian had planned to happen and honestly, because of work and Ian's schedule, I had thought he would cancel but somehow he still made it work. I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection with a critical eye while Krystal sat at the foot of my bed, watching me with amusement. I frown at her, feeling a bit frustrated. Why was it so difficult to choose what to wear for a casual dinner?I glance at my outfit: a pair of blue jeans and a white crop top. It looks simple enough, but something still doesn't feel right. Maybe it's the shoes? I tried on a few pairs, but nothing seemed to work."Urgh," I screamed in frustration. "What is missing?"Krystal lets out a small chuckle. "Kiara, you look great. Just wear what you're comfortable in. It's a casual dinner, remember?"But I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I needed to look my best tonight and so I grabbed my phone and dialled Rosa's number, hoping she