⋆ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ⋆ 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼. 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

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It was a new day, and Violet's fears were beginning to materialize. Just when she thought everything was going perfectly, her manager sent her a series of paparazzi photos capturing her three days spent with Nicholas-photos that painted them as a couple. Like Nicholas, they were both nervous.

As he arrived on set, he felt the weight of curious glances directed his way. The atmosphere was charged with mischief, and there, seated casually, was Violet. he rushed over to her, his heart racing.

"I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about the paparazzi," he blurted out, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Violet looked up, her expression a mix of amusement and calm. Instead of the anger or stress he had anticipated, she greeted him with a playful smile. "Well, hello to you too! Did you catch how great we look in those photos?"

Violet had braced herself for a confrontation, expecting anger or an ultimatum. But his highly strung demeanor caught her off guard. She had assumed he would be angry about how his image might be affected-after all, he was known for his calm and composed public persona. Instead, He thought it would affect her.

"Don't I make you mad?" he asked, half-joking but genuinely curious about her reaction.

"Mad? Not at all!" she replied, leaning back in her chair with an easy grin. "In fact, I think it's hilarious. Who wouldn't want to be seen with someone as chill as you?"

Nicholas blinked, momentarily disarmed. "But... You know how the media twists things."

She shrugged, unfazed. "Let them. We're just having fun, right? Plus, it could be good for the film-two stars enjoying life? That's a story people want to read."

Nicholas felt his anxiety start to lift as he considered her perspective.This was the Violet who give a shit about what others thought. Maybe he was overreacting. "You really don't care, do you?"

"Not one bit," she said, her tone sincere. "But I want to know how you feel about it. What are you worried about?"

Her genuine interest surprised him. "I just don't want you to get dragged into any drama because of me. you weren't in the spotlight a few weeks ago... and I... well." His words came out so suddenly that even she was surprised by the vulnerability.

Violet laughed softly, shaking his head. "Trust me, that's what makes you interesting. Besides, I'm not perfect at all, A few weeks are nothing, you know me, I'm the wild card." she winked, her playful demeanor making his heart flutter.

Nicholas's bad moment disappeared in the blink of an eye. "Maybe I'm overthinking..."

"Maybe," she teased, leaning closer. "But that's why I'm here-to help keep you grounded."

As him settled into his seat beside her, he felt a warmth spread through him. Despite the potential scrutiny from the media, he knew they could face anything together.

On the other hand, Violet only acted like that for her image...and to keep Nicholas calm...although she wasn't at all, she was so afraid that it would end badly because of her.

And because drama seemed to follow Violet wherever she went, another problem quickly arose. This time, it came in the form of a stern scolding.

The director and Hannah stood before her, arms crossed, their expressions serious. Violet could feel the tension in the air, her heart sinking as she braced herself for what was coming.

"What you're doing is completely unprofessional, Violet," the director began, his tone sharp. "We agreed to work with you knowing the risks and potential media attention. But this-" he gestured with frustration, "this alleged relationship with one of the lead actors? It's crossing the line."