Chapter 533

"Cut!" the director shouted, turning to the actor with a helpless expression. After a brief discussion, he approached Brittany, speaking in his calmest, nicest tone. "Brittany, that wasn't quite right. When your crush confesses, you should be joyful, happy—like a dream come true. You played it as if you were unhappy."

"There's nothing to be happy about. It's all a dream! How could so many dreams come true!" she snorted, unhappy.

The director was speechless. Her assistant quickly intervened. "Director, Brittany might be tired. Let's take a break; we can rest and adjust."

"Okay," the director conceded, "but we've done eight takes. Let's not waste too much time. Hurry up and figure out the feeling."

"Sure!" The assistant nodded repeatedly, taking Brittany aside, offering her water and hand warmers. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "You're almost finished with the show. We can't have problems now. I know you're in a bad mood lately, but…"

"Who said I'm in a bad mood? I'm in a great mood!" Brittany interrupted.

The assistant patiently replied, "Okay, since you're in a good mood, let's get the next take right."

"The plot doesn't make sense! I want to change the script!" Brittany declared, glancing at the script.

The assistant was speechless. Production was in its late stages; script changes were impossible. "Brittany, I don't think that's a good idea…"

"I'll change it if I want to! There's so much nonsense in here!" she raised her voice, attracting attention. However, given her status, the whispers remained low, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Brittany was upset. Extremely upset. After leaving Alexander's house, only Brandon had followed her. Alexander had ignored her since, not even a phone call. Does he care that much about that woman? she thought.

Lately, she hadn't cared much about shooting. The thought of Alexander's impending marriage felt like the sky was falling; she lacked energy. Her face was gloomy, and the assistant hesitated to speak, fearing her wrath. Suddenly, someone tapped Brittany's shoulder. The assistant turned; the person gestured for silence and offered Brittany lunch.

A drink was offered; Brittany impatiently waved it away. "No, I don't want it!"

"Humans are made of water—how can you not drink?" Brittany's eyes lit up at the gentle, familiar voice. Turning, she saw Arianna.

Arianna smiled, sitting beside her and offering the cup again. "Scented tea is good for your complexion, moistens your throat, and calms anger."

"I don't care how much I drink!" Brittany pouted, but took the tea, frowning as she drank.

"Whatever it is, you must take care of yourself," Arianna said knowingly.

"I don't want to talk about it!" Brittany looked up at the sky, holding back tears. Crying on set would be humiliating.