The Actress' Husband

Episode 21: Wolf In A Sheep's Clothing

Episode 21: Wolf In A Sheep's Clothing

As scheduled, the following day, Emily was on set for the continuation of filming her upcoming series.

The day was colder than before, the early morning air making her shiver uncontrollably as she rubbed her arms up and down – a futile attempt to make herself warmer. Her manager who stood beside her removed the scarf from around her neck. She pulled Emily close by the arms, making the girl look up with interest before she secured the piece of cloth around her neck. Shaking her head profusely, the actress tried to give it back but Talia stopped her with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"But-"

"If you end up sick then it's all going to be my fault. Imagine the repercussions for the directors and everyone else here. Just thinking about that gives me a headache so just take it."

A pout was formed onto Emily's lips as she looked to Talia with flushed cheeks. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine. I have my jacket to warm me up. Speaking of which, where is yours? Emily, do you want to die of hypothermia?"

The accused grinned sheepishly.

"I forgot it in the car earlier when we arrived on set. Not my fault – I didn't think it would be this cold even with this sweater on."

"That sweater's awfully thin Emily."

She had a point.

It didn't do anything against the chill surrounding them.

The snow was falling lightly in the dawn of the day. They were like little white grains of sugar that melted as they came into contact with the earthy ground. When she was younger, Emily would stick her tongue out and collect them in her mouth. Her grandfather used to scold her strongly about the effects of the components of the snow. He always said only God knew the kind of diseases one could catch from it whilst pulling her in from the chilly weather.

The sulky little girl would end up outside playing in the backyard once again, her face adorned by a blissful grin the minute Chelsea had returned home from school – much to her enjoyment.

That only made her grandfather's face darken with a concerning red. His head would remind her of those cartoon characters' who had reached their limits, ears producing steam out of pure anger.

It was always a sight to behold.

It was funny because her grandmother would have the opposite reaction to her husband. She'd be apart of the entire mess they'd make in the yard after building and re-building a snowman. Her face was never more youthful than it was in that moment; admirably pink with joy and cheeks generating a broad grin. One could hear her laughter from inside the mansion and maybe that was why her husband tend to linger by the window sill despite his objections.

When all three of them had entered the house with a trail of white dirt behind and their faces as red as Rudolph's nose, Emily could remember how his cheeks had struggled to not raise in amusement. His eyes could never tell a fib to her though. Expressive round orbs which shined with love, the wrinkles at the sides turning upwards as if they were smiling at their expenses.

She felt her heart tightening painfully within her chest at the fond memory.

Oh, how Emily missed her grandparents terribly.

They had been very brutal with their treatment towards her for leaving her parents' house, even more so than the acting industry.

You see, they were untiring advocates for unity within a family. Both of them were firm on the stance that it was important to have a strong relationship among each other no matter what. So when Emily trampled all over their traditional dogmas in which they were pleaders towards the saying ‘blood is thicker than water’, they were inexplicably upset and disappointed in her.