Chapter: 1565
She remembered Tyrone's scrutinizing gaze when she first entered the Blakely family's villa as the adopted daughter. His indifferent response to her greeting and the cake he gave her out of pity... He had always looked down on her. He would never love her. Now, she finally understood this.
The love she had romanticized was like a bubble in the sun. As soon as she touched it, it burst, scattering and disappearing with the wind.
Sabrina remained by the river bank all morning.
Her tears had dried up. Her heart was numb with pain.
But a call from her assistant reminded her that she had to return to the set for the afternoon shoot.
She had only this morning to be sad.
Life marched on relentlessly. She could survive without Tyrone.
In her heart, she whispered a defiant truth. Even if Tyrone didn't love her, so be it. She wouldn't let despair consume her.
Her life still held promise and purpose.
With a deep breath, Sabrina quelled the bitterness within and returned to the set.
Her eyes, red and swollen, caught the attention of the makeup artist.
The artist's concern was palpable. She quickly fetched an ice bag and pressed it against Sabrina's eyes.
The onset of summer warmed the air, yet the ice bag's chill made Sabrina hiss.
“Is it too cold?" the makeup artist inquired.
“Yes, it's cold," Sabrina responded, her honesty unguarded.
“That's to be expected."
An awkward smile played on Sabrina's Lips.
After some time, the redness and swelling of Sabrina's eyelids subsided. Under the skillful application of makeup, the signs of her earlier tears were skillfully concealed.
The afternoon's scene involved Sabrina and the antagonist. Sabrina played the role of Sarah. It was a flashback to Sarah's youth, where she suffered harsh punishment for failing to thwart the villain.
As the shooting progressed, Sabrina found herself immersed in the role more quickly than usual.