Eclipse Rocelyn blinked her big, dark eyes. "But filming is so tiring. I don't think I can handle that kind of hardship."
Director Carter stared at her, taken aback.
He had prepared himself for a dozen possible reasons why she might refuse, but not this one.
He was speechless, caught off guard by the serious look in her eyes.
They hadn't known each other long, but he had started to get a sense of Eclipse's personality.
She wasn't just clever in a simple way like many girls her age.
No, there was something deep and chilling about her intelligence.
She was unusually calm and, honestly, a bit lazy.
She'd always sit if she could avoid standing and lie down if she could avoid sitting.
She was particular about everything she ate, wore, and used, and she hardly ever shopped like other young people did.
At barely nineteen, her sense of self-discipline was sharper and stronger than most adults.
