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When I lean over Dennis, he sinks farther into his seat like the bitch he is.
“If I were you, I would stay the fuck off of the internet. You will never see another cent come out of that fucking YouTube channel, and if I ever hear you utter another word about my woman again, I will find you and fucking end you.”
“Is there a problem, Mr. Knight?”
I stand and roll my shoulders, releasing the tension. Then I turn to the security who’s just approached. “I was just leaving.”
CHAPTER 22
Ivy
“Cut!”
The director’s voice is so loud that just about everyone on the set stops moving instantly. A tense silence falls over the entire set.
It’s been almost a week since the run-in with my mother. Thankfully, she left Los Angeles with only a few text messages after our encounter. But it’s been just as long since I’ve spoken directly to Andreas.
I’ve been avoiding him.
Right now, he’s not on set since he’s not in this particular scene, which is the only reason I feel comfortable being this close to the action.
“Those damn clothes aren’t working for this scene!” Michael Keith yells out to no one in particular.
Lillian ’s and my gazes instantly meet.
“That belt is reflecting off of the damn lights, the shirt isn’t fitting him correctly, the boots are different from what we discussed in the pre-filming stage, and the camera is picking up every intricacy of this embarrassing costume!” Michael Keith yells.
My heart starts racing as eyes begin moving to all of us on the costume design team. As the filming has progressed, we’ve had to make changes here and there, which have deviated from the initial costume sets.
For the past two weeks Crystal has been off set, only popping in once or twice for some quick updates. I wasn’t in the meeting where she changed this particular costume. But I was told she said since it wasn’t on one of the main characters of the film, it wouldn’t matter.
I suppose we’re all finding out in real time that isn’t the case. Because the director seems to care very much.
“This needs to be changed now!” he insists.
“Uh, well, we don’t?—”
“We’ll fix it,” I blurt out. I cringe when all eyes land on me, but I force myself to push past the discomfort.
I look at Lillian with a reassuring nod.
“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I promise, as I stride toward the actor who’s wearing the outfit Michael Keith apparently hates.
“Can you come with me please?”
He nods and follows behind me. I grab Lillian ’s arm for support since my legs are shaking so damn much.
“Make it quick!” the director yells in our direction.
“Two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” Lillian calls back.
I hear him say something about taking a fifteen-minute break.
“Can you stand over there?” I ask the actor while I point to the elevated platform we use when taking measurements.
“Michael’s pissed. You guys better make this work,” he says with a cocky grin.
Lillian and I look at one another.
