Josephine's head snapped towards the minor commotion.
A figure draped in what seemed like Eastern garb was making its way towards the set that had been dressed by the art crew under the supervision of the production designer himself.
'Is that the mysterious actress? When did she arrive?'
Her furrowed brows tangled together as her gaze fell on the woman walking beside the newcomer.
'Isn't that The Photographer's agent? Quinn, was it? Are they from the same agency? He should be—'
Her eyes widened, and her pupils shook.
"It's him, isn't it?"
The voice came from beside her, from actress Margaux Delcour.
It seemed that the suspicions were shared by everyone present.
She could see it on the faces of the crew. Only the first AD, head of each department, the producers, as well as the makeup, hair, and costume teams seemed to be in the know.
She threw a questioning glance at the director.
'He rejected me for a man?'
But he didn't spare a reply.
