The Story of Us | LingOrm

Chapter 5: Glimpses of the Past

With the final scenes of "The Secret of Us" wrapping up, Ling and Orm found themselves at the crest of an unexpected wave of success. The series had become an instant sensation, captivating audiences far beyond their initial expectations. Each episode, upon release, garnered millions of views on YouTube within hours, sparking fervent discussions across social media platforms. The show's popularity wasn't limited to free streaming services either; its presence on Netflix had catapulted it into the global spotlight, with viewers from various countries binge-watching and falling in love with the compelling story and undeniable chemistry between the lead actresses.

As the filming drew to a close, both Orm and Ling were acutely aware that they had not just created a successful show, but had become part of a cultural phenomenon that was redefining representation in Thai drama and resonating with audiences worldwide. This newfound success and the impending end of their intense filming schedule called for a celebration.

The cast and crew gathered to commemorate their achievements, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation filled the private dining room of an upscale Bangkok restaurant. Orm sat between two of her co-stars, her plate barely touched as she laughed at a joke the director had just told. Across the table, P'Ling was engaged in what looked like a serious discussion with the producer, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

Orm couldn't help but steal glances at Ling throughout the evening, admiring how she seemed to command attention effortlessly, even in casual conversation. She was so engrossed in her observation that she almost missed the producer standing up, tapping her glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention.

"Everyone, I have an exciting announcement," she said, her voice cutting through the chatter. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her. "As you know, our channel's annual gala is coming up in two months. This year, given the success of our show, the entire cast has been invited to attend."

A ripple of excitement ran through the room. Orm felt a surge of anticipation - this would be her first time attending such a prestigious event as a leading actress. She turned to share a smile with her co-star, but found her gaze drawn back to Ling.

To her surprise, Ling was already looking in her direction. Their eyes met across the table, and Ling gave her a small, knowing smile. Orm felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with the impending gala.

"P'Ling," the director, P'Nay, called out, breaking the moment. "You've been to these galas before, haven't you? Any advice for our newcomers?"

Ling nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Just be yourself," she said, her gaze lingering on Orm. "And try not to spill anything on your designer gown."

The table erupted in laughter, but Orm barely heard it. She was too caught up in a sudden rush of memory - another gala, years ago, when she was just a wide-eyed newcomer and Ling was the established star she admired from afar.

As the conversation around her turned to excited chatter about dresses and dates, Orm found herself lost in thought, remembering the path that had led her here, to this moment, sitting across from P'Ling not as a starstruck fan, but as an equal, a co-star... and perhaps something more.

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Flashback

Sixteen-year-old Orm stood frozen in horror, staring at the large red stain spreading across the front of her pale blue gown. The champagne flute that had caused the disaster lay shattered at her feet, drawing curious and pitying glances from nearby partygoers.

Fighting back tears, Orm mumbled apologies and excused herself, practically running towards the restroom. She burst through the door, her vision blurred by unshed tears, and collided with someone standing by the sink.