Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

Irene opened the door to her room, she saw her husband lying on the bed sleeping, as she was pacing around contemplating whether to ask him about the anniversary party or not, but how would she tell him who told her? She doesn't want the party or anyone in the house or someone to find out about her secret affair, she doesn't want an intruder in the house. She needs to find a way to stop the party.

Wish me luck. Now for a completely unrelated news, we all know that Behind Their Veneers is coming to an end; we have just two chapters left then the epilogue and I'm already so sad to let our favorite couple — Emerald and Jordan — go. (I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez!)

"Hurry! We're almost near the wall! We just need to get to the entrance and we'll all be safe." "Wait, wait, wait... There are people missing. Where is Betty!?" "Betty?... Wait, isn't she just right behind you Lianne?" "Huh!" Everybody looked behind and found out there were only ten of them remaining. "Wait... wait... She's not the only one missing! Where are the two kids?! Aren't you with them a while ago, Abdaal?!"

But what? •

I signaled the assistant next to me: “Be ready to attach it at the final turn.” The audience leaned forward, captivated by the flow of the dress, unaware of the small drama unfolding just out of sight. I allowed myself the tiniest smile, this was exactly why I thrived under pressure. Every challenge backstage was an opportunity to control the narrative, to turn near disaster into perfection.

"You did all this?" "I have to; it's my job. The stage managers need to know where everyone and everything is going to be during the play—sets, props, and actors. That way we can call cues and make sure everything is where it needs to be so you can do your job. We just get the advantage of having a production book backstage to refer to. You have to carry around all that information in your head." "It's not my head," Joseph explained ruefully, "it's my body. I don't have enough muscle memory or something."

Joseph was a shadow of his former self, lying in the hospital bed, a maze of tubes invading his body. Betty was also there, looking picture-perfect as she fiddled with her phone. She jumped up when I walked in, her eyes darting around nervously before she tried to regain her cool. She then whispered fiercely, careful not to disturb Joseph. "Why are you here? You're not welcome!" I brushed past her and approached the bed. Joseph's eyes fluttered open, and for a second, they cleared as he saw me. "Aria," he murmured, his hand reaching out weakly.

She realized she had been a little too harsh. Helen's voice broke her thoughts again. "You probably don't know this because that little rascal wouldn't dare tell you, but he secretly set up a company for you. Your Celestial Bliss series will be the company's flagship product, and all the profits will go to you. Honestly, if you asked him to give you his heart, he'd probably do it without hesitation. He's hopelessly stubborn, that one.

I turned on my back and saw nothing aside the frame, don't tell me she saw a fucking ghost behind me? ________

The two of them walked side-by-side before disappearing backstage. Unbeknownst to them, someone noticed their display of affection …