"Has anyone seen Katelynn?"
"No, with this many people around, who's keeping track?"
"I saw her heading that way earlier."
"We're all here busting our butts, and she just takes off?"
"Seriously, what is that about?"
Katelynn trudged back to the set, her steps heavy, when she heard someone yelling her name from the distance.
"Katelynn, hurry up! You can't just run off in the middle of a shoot!"
She was too tired to reply, her mind swirling with chaos. Then, Lieselotte approached, looking as smug as ever. Through her half-closed lashes, Katelynn spotted the woman's black, cut-out high heels stepping closer. She raised her gaze.
"You, help me hold up my skirt."
One thing Katelynn knew for sure in that moment—this wasn't real.
"Why should I help you?" Katelynn's voice was calm but firm, and the crowd behind them collectively gasped.
