Book one | Alexa Harvey, a celebrated actress known for her fierce independence and uncompromising nature, has always steered clear of the sports world. But when her latest film role requires her to shadow Jude Bellingham, a rising football star wit...
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The lights in the Dolby Theatre sparkled like diamonds, casting a shimmering glow over the sea of Hollywood's finest. Alexa Harvey sat in the midst of it all, her heart pounding as she looked out over the grand expanse of the Oscar ceremony.
The night was alive with glitz and glamour, cameras flashing in every direction, capturing the magic of the most anticipated event of the year.
The golden statuette in her hand was heavier than she expected, but its weight was nothing compared to the emotions swirling inside her.
One month ago, Fuego en el Alma had premiered to rave reviews, instantly becoming the most-watched film across every platform. Alexa had watched in awe as the numbers skyrocketed, seeing her hard work and dedication finally pay off.
The story of Lucía, a woman torn between love and ambition, had resonated with audiences worldwide, but for Alexa, it was more than just a role.
It was a testament to her strength, her resilience, and her ability to rise above the challenges that had threatened to break her.
As the film climbed to the top, she'd felt a mixture of pride and disbelief. Each day brought new messages from fans, critics, and fellow actors, all praising her performance, calling it the role of a lifetime.
She'd found herself smiling more, letting the joy of her achievement fill the cracks that had formed in her heart. But as the Oscar nominations were announced, and her name was read among the contenders for Best Actress, the reality of it all had hit her like a wave.
Now, sitting here in the theater, surrounded by the world's biggest stars, Alexa felt like she was dreaming. She glanced at the shimmering screen where clips of the nominated performances played, her breath catching as she saw herself up there, living out Sofia's triumphs and tragedies.
This night was a culmination of everything she had worked for, fought for, and survived.It was her night, and she was determined to savor every moment.
The host's voice echoed through the grand hall, drawing everyone's attention. "And the Oscar for Best Actress goes to..." A brief pause, the kind that stretched time into eternity. "Alexa Harvey, for Fuego en el Alma!"
A roar of applause erupted around her, the audience rising to their feet in a standing ovation. Alexa's vision blurred with tears as she stood, clutching the gown she wore—a flowing, ethereal creation that made her feel like a goddess. She moved through the crowd, her steps light yet purposeful, her mind racing with the enormity of what was happening.
As she reached the stage, she accepted the golden statuette with trembling hands, turning to face the audience. The spotlight was blinding, but she could still see the familiar faces of friends, colleagues, and strangers who had supported her journey.
Alexa took a deep breath, steadying herself as she stepped up to the microphone.
