"Jasper. Jasper, hon," the werewolf makeup artist said with a puzzled look. "You really didn't know? This ad was meant for you and Jasper to shoot together from the start." I blinked and asked, "So, the organizers didn't replace Willy?" "Of course not. It's not that easy to swap out an actor," the makeup artist said casually. I let out a soft, ironic laugh. Just moments ago, I'd naively assumed Jasper had pulled strings to get Willy removed. Turnsout, I'djustbeenimaginingthings. Andhonestly, whywouldJaspergooutof his wayformeaftereverything I saidtohim? My fingers curled slightly on my lap. I really must be losing it. Ever since that kiss the other night, nothing has made sense. Jasper. Samuel. I don'tevenknowhowtofaceeitherofthemanymore. I'vedraggedbothinto a chaoticmess, and I can'tseethewayout. I had promised Samuel I'dletJaspergo. I toldhim I wasreadytomoveon. Butthen I sawJasperagain—andheardpeople say he'dhandledthe Willy situationforme—evenifitwasalljust a misunderstanding, myheartstillskipped a beat. My heartistoosmall. Once someonetakesupspace in it, there'snoroomleftforanyoneelse. I was lost in thought when the director called for everyone to gather. The makeup artist nudged me toward the set. We were filming a fragrance ad. The product was a perfume called Glance, part of a romantic series Jasper and I were co-endorsing. This particular shoot was inspired by Trena mythology—the Moon Goddess and the beautiful mortal who fell in love with her. A love they could never fully realize, destined only to meet once at the beginning of each month under the moonlight. I wore a pale silver chiffon gown and glanced up to see Jasper standing a short distance away. Our eyes met for a split second, then just as quickly we both looked away, like we'd agreed on it beforehand. In the legend, the Moon Goddess fell for the handsome young man at first sight. But their love was forbidden, and in the end, the boy chose to fall into an eternal sleep to preserve their bond. I flipped through the script, feeling a knot tighten in my chest.For Jasper, this scene mostly meant lying still, unmoving. It was practically a monologue for me. "Naomi, get ready. We're starting soon," the director's voice rang out. Snapping back to reality, I walked barefoot across the cool, damp grass to my mark. The chill seeped into my bones. This scene was the final farewell—their last kiss before the boy drifted into his eternal slumber. "Ready ... action!" I took a deep breath and was ready to act, so I turned toward Jasper—and fell into a daze. He was looking at me like I was his whole world. His eyes, clear and unwavering, were locked onto mine. Something in me stirred. His gaze was filled with such devoted, burning affection that my movement faltered. I couldn't help myself—I reached out and gently brushed my fingers across his brow. That wasn't in the script. I felt the shift in the air as the entire crew went still. I realizedinstantly—I'dcrossed a line. But I couldn'ttearmyselfaway. I cravedthatlook in his eyes, evenifitwasjustfor a scene. Even ifitwasallpretend, in thatmomentJasperlovedme. Dear MoonGoddess ... have I lostmymind? The director didn't call cut, but I jerked upright anyway, stepping back and clenching my fists. "I'm sorry, Director," I said, shaking my head. "I-I just can't get into character." Jasper frowned slightly, concern etched on his face. "What's going on?" The director snapped, clearly annoyed. "I just ... " I glanced at Jasper, then took a deep breath and bowed low to the director. "I'm sorry. I can't continue filming." With that, I walked off the set. It was the first time the crew had ever seen an actress walk off mid-shoot. Everyone was stunned. Sandra rushed over to the director, frantically apologizing, and then chased after me. "What the heck was that? What is she doing?" The director shouted behind me. "Are all actresses like this now? Just do whatever they want?" "Naomi! What's going on?" Jasper's voice followed me, too. I didn't answer. I just kept walking. By the time Sandra caught up to me, I was already back in the dressing room, yanking off my jewelry. If she hadn't arrived when she did, I probably would've ripped off the dress too. "I'm not doing it," I said coldly, shaking my head. She froze in place, shocked. Then she reached out and grabbed my wrist. "What happened? Talk to me." Sandra had been with me since the very beginning. She knew me better than anyone. Seeing me like this clearly rattled her. "It's my problem," I said quietly, not even trying to explain. "Anyone but him ... " I murmured under my breath. "What?" I muttered those words because she looked at me in confusion. "I'm just tired," I said. "I want to go home. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" I pulled my arm free from her grip.