Star Crossed Lovers

Chapter 4-

Sophia -

As I sit in my trailer alone waiting to be called for our next scene shoot, I start to worry that Micah was drifted away from me. We don't hang out as much as we used to. Anytime I've suggested we do something, he tells me that he can not. He a family thing.

Why the hell did I have to fall for a married man? I'd been warned repeatedly by friends and even Johnnie. My mother even fell for a married a man and pursed him. Now they're divorcing. I knew that it would happen, I knew the consequences, but I didn't care. I just wanted him.

Oh great. The tears were well up in my eyes. I quickly wiped the way with my sleeve, but they just coming in waves. I couldn't stop myself from crying. I don't know how long I'd been crying, but I heard a knock on my door.

"Yes?" Came my weak reply.

"Ms. Summers. You're needed on set in twenty and make up in five."

"I'll be there."

Taking a deep breath, I quickly wiped the tears away with my sleeve again. The tears did not come this time.

If that was how it was going to be, I might as well just let go now, but how do I do that? How do I let him go? He was so ingrained in me; I don't know how I will ever totally get him out of my system. Could I even do that?

God, I didn't know. I didn't have time to think about it. I had to get going. I had to put a façade on. Sophia, get up...Pushing myself up to my feet, I took another deep, cleansing breathing and I forced myself to move forward, heading towards make up.

When I entered make up, I took my seat in front of the mirror and looked at myself in the mirror. Oh god. I looked like I had been crying. I bit my lip, holding the tears back. My eyes were so puffy and red. I couldn't help but stare at myself.

"Oh, my gosh, Sophia..." Stacy turned towards me and really looked at me as if she were seeing me for the first time. "Have you been crying, honey?"

Stacy was a big girl, mid twenties, green short spiky hair, and always seemed very flamboyant with her clothes. They made a statement with her but she was so nice to me. I think we could become good friend.

"It's nothing."

"It's Micah, isn't it?" Stacy said, as observant as ever.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Oh yeah, honey," Stacy nodded. "But you sit back, and let Stacy do her magic."

I trusted Stacy immensely with my make up. I did as I was told and sat back in the chair, closed my eyes, and at some point, I drifted off to sleep.

"Honey...Sweetie...Wake up?"

It seemed like it was only a few minutes, but when I opened my eyes, I sat up and glanced myself in the mirror, and all traces of me crying were gone. She could do wonders. I glanced at her and she smiled back at me.

"All better?

All I could do was nod back at her.

I hugged her. "Thanks doll."

I stood up and pulled back.

"Head to wardrobe. The scene was scratched for today. You'll be doing that tomorrow."

I still had my maid uniform on from an earlier shoot. I wonder why the change? I didn't stop to think about that as I made my way to wardrobe. When I arrived, Marco was there waiting for me. He was very gay may with dark hair, dark eyes and a thick beard to match. He stood just a few feet taller than me.

"Darling," Marco said in his feminine voice. He kissed both of my cheeks and handed me a white robe."

I took it, headed into the changing room, and kicked the door behind me closed. As I set laid the robe on the jail, I kicked my shoes off. They landed in the middle of the room haphardzardly but I didn't care. I really didn't want to think much about it. I just wanted to do the scene and go home.