Naomi's POV: I sat quietly in my chair at the studio, flipping through the script as the oppressive heat of the set made my skin cheeks burn and sweat trickled down my forehead. I glanced up at the harsh sunlight pouring in through the windows, and the thought of the outdoor shoot looming ahead only made my headache worse. "There you are," Jasper said, walking over and tapping my shoulder gently. I jumped to my feet, almost bumping into the overhead set pieces. Luckily, Jasper was quick, reaching out just in time to stop me from hitting my head. "Is something up? You need me for something?" I asked, adjusting myself and shaking off the near miss. "Mr. Cooper wants to see you. He needs to talk about the upcoming scenes," he explained. I nodded, ready to go. "Thanks, I'll head over now." As I turned to leave, Jasper hesitated, his voice catching in my ear. "By the way, I heard about what's going on with the company." I paused, waiting for him to say more. "If you need a break, I can talk to Mr. Cooper. You can take some time off," he offered, his tone gentle. I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "You sound just like Rosie." Jasper blinked, surprised. "Rosaline ... ?" "Rosie's worried about me too. She wants me to take a break until all this blows over." I stretched my legs, feeling the stiffness in my knees. "It's like you both think I'm a child." His brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing. "I've already put work on hold long enough because of all this. I've caused enough trouble for everyone, and I don't want to make it worse. Besides, some things came up that I can't just avoid. Don't worry. I'll be fine. It's just two paparazzi. What harm can they do? And Rosie even arranged a werewolf bodyguard for me." With that, I waved him off and walked away. ... "Emotion is everything in this scene. Make sure you nail it," the director said, pointing at my script."Got it. I'll give it my best shot," I replied seriously, nodding. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. "Action!" At the director's cue, I immediately lifted my gaze, my expression changing in an instant. The artificial rain began to pour, soaking me completely. I tilted my head back, forcing a smile that was more painful than joyful, a smile that seemed to scream hopelessness. "Why ... " I began my lines, but before I could finish, the director's frustrated "cut" shattered my moment. The emotional build-up I had been creating vanished. I awkwardly turned, feeling the disruption. "No, that's not it. Your emotion isn't strong enough," the director said, shaking his head. "This isn't the kind of feeling I need." "Feeling ... " I murmured, trying to figure out what was missing. I had tried so hard. Seeing my confusion, the director walked over and patted my shoulder reassuringly. "I think I know what's going on. You and your boyfriend haven't had a fight, have you?" I froze, surprised by his insight. "I knew it. The scene you're playing isn't just about sadness. It's about guilt and sorrow after a breakup. It's not just basic sadness," he continued seriously. "Because of your actions, you lied to him and had to break up with him. You're heartbroken. I need you to really feel that, not just act it. You need to be the person in the script." "Heartbroken ... " I whispered, the realization hitting me slowly. The director, thinking he might have overwhelmed me, chuckled and asked, "Am I being too harsh?" I snapped out of my trance and immediately shook my head. Clenching my fists, I said, "No. I'm an actress. I need to do my job right. Let me try again." I walked back to my spot, lowering my head and focusing on my feet. I replayed the director's words in my mind. Guilt and sorrow ... I realized I had never truly experienced those emotions myself.I furrowed my brow, pressing my palm to my chest, feeling the weight of the scene settle into me. When the director gave the cue, I spoke my lines again. "I'm sorry ... " I bit my lip, beginning to deliver my monologue. I remembered that day—Samuel standing before me, his voice soft as he spoke. I breathed deeply, tears welling in my eyes, mixing with the rain that streamed down my face. "Perfect! That's it!" the director shouted, unable to hold back a round of applause. "You were born to be an actress!" I looked up, a small smile tugging at my lips. But just as I did, I noticed someone standing by the camera.