Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon the completion of her afternoon filming, Sabrina graciously adorned Galilea with a down jacket, and the two of them headed toward the dressing room. In a casual tone, Sabrina remarked, “I’ve perused the schedule. It appears you have a few days off ahead.”

“Indeed. Two days from now, you’ll be accompanying me to Semonar. I have an engagement there.”

“Very well.” “Oh, and by the way, there’s a meeting at a club at 8:45 a.m. tomorrow. I’d like you to join me.”

Sabrina, a hint of surprise dancing in her gaze, inquired, “A morning meeting, you say?”

Galilea settled gracefully into a chair and cast an amiable glance at Sabrina as she explained, “We’ll be meeting the director overseeing one of our productions and conducting a script reading session as well. Naturally, it will be followed by Lunch. Just remember to come to my aid if they attempt to inundate me with excessive drinks.”

Sabrina recognized that typically, once a role was chosen, the crew would meticulously dissect the script together, analyzing its intricacies and identifying any imperfections. This process served not only to enhance their comprehension of their respective roles but also to rectify any narrative discrepancies.

Sabrina nodded, affirming, “Understood.”

a gentle, “See you tonight,”

retreating figure, a fleeting glint

came to negotiate with her for Sabrina the previous night had driven Galilea to

rightfully be hers. Subsequently,

worry. ALL is prepared. I’ve secured the necessary pill and set up the

sexual encounter with Tyrone’s woman

additional personnel at the entrance. We

prompt reply, leaving Galilea with

the call, her anticipation for