She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Scarlett’s POV

“That’s your female lead, Aria,” James Deep suddenly turns over, apparently hearing Amilia’s comment on him and apparently, not planning on saying anything about that, “Amilla, you are up in five.”

“Yes, sirl” Amilia makes a face at him and leaves, but not before she winks at me.

I can’t close my shocked open mouth.

For a moment there I really thought I met the young Ava- the pretty, bright, perfect gir nice to you even if just met. But maybe because she plays Ava, I now can’t shake off t behind her smile there are also dark schemes running.

But that’s not even the issue-

“You–you…you chose her?!” I mumble at James Deep, more like talking to myself, “…why?” hool who is ling that James Deep shoots me a cocky look: “Are you asking because she fits the image of your female lead?”

I close my mouth. Yep, he totally saw through me and my script. I thought it was a clever twist – everyone knows I’m Mrs. Knight, and everyone knows the story of the Fuller girls with the billionaire. So I thought they would just think I was writing a movie of my own story with myself being the female lead – the perfect princess who was saved by the hero and married him, while trashing the mean sister.

Seeing my look, James Deep nods with understanding, dropping his question as he hints with his jaw: That’s your male lead and the mean sister. Do you want to talk to them before we start?”

tall and handsome, curly black hair. He turns and smiles at Amilia when she

reunion scene, but I see myself shying away from Sebastian and Ava

were just

she approached. As if there is a magnet in her that attracts exactly his eyes. And I will be

figure, the stupidly clean eyes that contain wisdom only when Ava isn’t in them. He ought to be the hottest catch in his own school days, I bet. But

“You don’t like him?”

blink, only to realize that James Deep has

I imagined the male lead would be,” I shake my head, dodging his eyes. James Deep is only twenty–something years old, yet I feel like he has a pair of eyes that see through

objects, “this way,” He stands up and I follow his lead to a separate cubical, temporarily built to be the special room of actors,

154 He Knows

says on the

No way!

with a polite indifference, “Do you have a

–

nervous. My mind going through the night where I met well, stalked him. We met, we shook hands, and then he left. He might notice a car following him, but he wouldn’t know

He might not know that I followed