The wonder, joy, and anxiety on the faces of young actors and actresses painted the hall in myriad emotions.
'Would I ever be able to replicate it?'
That question dug deeper into their minds as their hands continuously clapped.
The adoration and admiration blooming in that moment could not be put into words.
They had watched a masterpiece.
The sheer awe from acknowledging its existence had left them stilled—like a floating leaf on calm waters, perfectly tranquil.
Olivier Claude, the actor of Jacquet, was no different.
Never in a million years had he expected The Lady to be Averie. Perhaps he should have taken some time to attend those shoots, despite his busy schedule.
He blamed himself but, at the same time, felt hostile towards his co-stars for not informing him.
He felt disgruntled, unable to muster the nerve to complain about losing the role to Averie.
