"Is that him? Oh my God, that's him!"
"He's here! He's here!"
The whispers moved through the set like a sudden gust of wind. One moment the crew was setting up lights and cameras, the next, every head was turned toward the entrance where the black SUV had just pulled in.
"Hunter Dominick," someone whispered reverently, clutching their headset like a prayer bead.
"Up close, he's even hotter than in the movies," another breathed, fanning herself with a call sheet.
The director tried to keep order, barking instructions half-heartedly, but even he couldn't hide the glint of excitement in his eyes. After all, Hunter Dominick wasn't just a top actor. He was the heartthrob—the kind of man whose smirk had caused social media meltdowns more than once.
Near the camera trolley, two crew members snickered as Sophie strutted past them.
"Did she just put on that dress for him?" one murmured, eyes flicking to the plunging neckline Sophie was proudly showing off.
