CHAPTER 64

  Olivia's POV

  I was hit with nervous energy as we stepped into the rehearsal room. The place was packed, buzzing with activity like a beehive on steroids. Actors strutted about, practicing their lines with dramatic flair, while crew members scurried around like caffeinated squirrels, setting up equipment and shouting instructions.

  Christopher made his way towards Harrison, the director. I watched him go, feeling suddenly adrift in this sea of unfamiliar faces.

  "Christopher, my man!" Harrison's booming voice cut through the chaos. "You sticking around for the rehearsals?"

  "Wish I could, but duty calls. I have a meeting that can't be pushed, and I'm knee-deep in post-production for that sci-fi flick this evening."

  "Ah, the glamorous life of a producer," Harrison chuckled. "All work and no play, eh?"

  "Something like that," Christopher replied with a wry smile.