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IN REAL LIFE !
IT HAD BEEN A WEEK SINCE Jude had last come to her apartment.
Camille had barely any time to breathe, let alone check her phone.
Her schedule had been relentless, bouncing from one scene to the next on set, sometimes working until the late hours and falling asleep right there in her trailer.
The long days blurred into nights, and any free moments were spent preparing for upcoming interviews.
The workload had become overwhelming, consuming every ounce of energy she had.
In the midst of all this chaos, she hadn't even spoken to Jude.
She hadn't been able to respond to anyone, really—her phone lay abandoned somewhere in her apartment, buzzing occasionally with unread messages.
Jude's texts went unanswered, and although he'd been on her mind, she hadn't had a moment to reach out.
Not that she didn't want to—it was just that everything was moving so fast, leaving no room for anything beyond work.
Camille was finally sitting in her room after another exhausting day of work. The apartment was quiet.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she had a moment to herself.
She leaned back against the pillows, exhaling slowly, her body aching from long hours on set. Her mind raced with everything, she still had to do—the interviews, the upcoming scenes, the pressure that never seemed to ease.
She reached for her phone, feeling the familiar weight of guilt as she saw a flood of unread messages.
But before she could even start to scroll through, her screen lit up with a new message.
