Yvonne spent the night at Cherry Bay and returned to the film set the next morning after breakfast.

She was in the makeup room getting ready when Shirley, who was already finished, sat down beside her and started chattering away.

"Friends before beaus, huh? You ditched me at that party yesterday to run off with your boyfriend."

"But I'm back to keep you company today, aren't I?" Yvonne replied with a laugh.

"Alright, fine. Since you're here now, I'll forgive you... barely," Shirley joked, then pulled out her phone.

"Did you see the news online? Pictures from the party yesterday are trending."

Yvonne hadn't had time to check her phone, so she took Shirley's and looked at the trending photos.

The photos... were something else.

The pepto-bismol pink dresses were a bold choice—the kind that looks terrible on ninety-five percent of people. The bridesmaids were all wearing them, and the photos were completely unedited.

Only Yolanda, in the center wearing a white couture gown, was perfectly photoshopped from her face and figure down to every single strand of hair.

The comment section was filled with praise for Yolanda.

"Is the bride one of those legendary heiresses? She looks so classy and elegant."

"A union of politics and business, a high-society belle marrying a tycoon's son. It's like a romance novel coming to life! So jealous."

"Congratulations! Wishing them a lifetime of happiness."

"Guess celebrities are just normal people after all. The bride is gorgeous."

"Why does she look so bad in this photo? I don't believe it."

"Photographer here. Speaking from a professional standpoint, only the bride in the middle has been retouched. The others are raw photos. And that shade of pink universally unflattering."

"Someone's just jealous."

"Born into a prominent family, beautiful and smart, marrying a man of equal status for a perfect marriage... She's living the dream..."

Yvonne couldn't look anymore and handed the phone back to Shirley.

"The comments are flooded with bots. Anytime a real fan or a random person tries

to say something honest, they get drowned out. Does Ms. Walker really think she's fooling anyone?"

Shirley continued to complain.

Yvonne just smiled, offering no comment.

Shirley tossed her phone onto the makeup counter and changed the subject to other gossip.

"So, I heard one of the guest actors had a family emergency and had to drop out. They replaced her with some investor's precious daughter, a complete amateur with zero acting experience. And her part, which was originally just three scenes, 1 somehow been expanded to over a dozen."

"Director Vasquez agreed to that?" Yvonne, who had been applying her eye makeup, opened her eyes wide.

"Even an internationally acclaimed director has to bow to money," Shirley lamented.

"I just hope I don't have any scenes with her."

Acting opposite someone who can't act means endless retakes. It's exhausting. "Me too," Yvonne agreed.

Unfortunately, their wishes did not come true. Just after they finished their morning shoot, during the lunch break the producer, Marshall, arrived with the screenwriter

Cynthia Scott, and Mignon

Since it was lunch break, there was no filming. Director Vasquez and the assistant director were both present.

Marshall exchanged a few pleasantries with Director Vasquez before introducing Mignon.

Director Vasquez didn't even glance at Mignon. He just gave a curt nod, said he had something to do, and walked away.