Behind The Scenes English Translation Novels & Stories

[Matilda] The waiting felt endless. A quiet hum of anticipation filled the backstage area as I stood there, clutching my apron. I watched as some participants shifted on their feet, and others quietly psyched themselves up. My fingers grazed over the embroidered letters of my name on the apron trying to calm the nerves crawling up my spine One by one, the others were led out. Disappearing through the door. The air felt thick, the pressure pressing hard against my chest. Almost every one of them wore a professional look, their faces carefully composed

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

Guests greeted him one by one, then everyone ate together. Disliking crowds, Zumir slipped away to his room and gazed at the sea through his large window. He had never been there before, and at that moment, he longed to go. He removed his thick red outer garment, revealing the long-sleeved white tunic underneath—just enough to protect against the cold. He looked at his reflection and saw the red and black swirling in his eyes. He closed his eyes, focused his mind on his desired location, and felt warmth surge through his body. Soon, he heard waves crashing against stone.

I couldn't afford for him to become suspicious of my true motives. Oliver and Meredith headed to the preparation room for their final adjustments. Meanwhile, I discovered that my arranged seat was at the very back of the conference room, so I couldn't see anything. It was obvious that they were trying to humiliate me. I sent a message to Penelope, telling her to take action. The show was about to start, after all. Radiant light shone down from the dome of International Conference Center. Oliver's entrance onto the stage was accompanied by thunderous applause.

"And I've given you money. Our relationship is nothing more than a transaction! I'll handle my mother. In the meantime, think about how much money you want. You won't walk away with nothing, but you won't walk away with the things you want either. I don't have it in me." Nathaniel then chased Helen and Nelson out. He forced himself to cool down. Now, he needed to find me.

"Are you ready to see your dad?" Enzo asked quietly. "If you are... let's go." Adriana did not answer right away. Her feet suddenly felt impossibly heavy, as though they were rooted to the ground. Was she really ready? How could anyone ever prepare themselves to see their own father lying lifeless inside a coffin? She swallowed hard, forcing herself to nod despite the knot tightening in her throat. "Let's go." Without another word, Enzo walked over and opened the passenger door of the Bugatti for her. Adriana climbed inside silently while Yaya Jona joined the Trio in the security vehicle following behind them.

I suddenly heard a footsteps near me. "Hello? Is someone inside?" That was a man's voice. "Yes,sir! I'm locked!" I saw the knob moving. Oh thanks God! I thought I'm going to die here. I was so scared,I remembered that one episode from Shake Rattle and Roll! "Miss, can you move away from the door? I'm going to kick this, you might get hurt," The voice from the other side said. I moved away from the door. "Okay, as I count of 3. I will kick this so don't get close!"

It was just that it was undeveloped yet. "Enjoying the scenario. isn't it beautiful?" A voice said behind me. Immediately I wiped away the tears and turned.

When I got in, and the door closed, I looked at him through the window, seeing him still standing there, watching me with the same intense gaze. Somehow, that cold morning felt a little warmer. ↞⇝⋆⇜↠ In the crowded backstage, I moved quickly from one side to the other, ensuring all the details were met. Bright lights illuminated the narrow aisles while the sounds of quick steps and hurried conversations echoed around me. Magnificent gowns hung neatly on the shelves, ready to be worn by the models who were busy getting primped in their respective seats.