Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Manny’s face flushed with anger, as he was ready to retort, Quintessa stopped him with a gesture.

Roxanne snorted, “Whatever. It’s just a vile thing, not worth my energy.”

As the crew signaled the beginning of the shoot, Quintessa stood up and turned with a radiant smile towards Roxanne and her clique.

Roxanne’s face twisted in rage.

Manny watched Quintessa striding away while casually flicking her wrists. “Quinn, what are you doing?”

“We’ve got an action scene this afternoon.”

“Action scene?”

Manny scratched his head; he was clueless about any fight sequence.

It all became clear once the shooting started. Quintessa’s character, Queen Seraphina, was in the prime of

her royal favor. Roxanne’s character, a new arrival and a minor talent, had just enjoyed a rare moment of royal attention. When Queen Seraphina finds it out, she looks for an excuse to punish her.

Quintessa delivered a resounding slap, her voice dripping with disdain: “Who do you think you are; how dare you talk back to me?”

Although such slap scenes were usually faked, Quintessa’s strike was real and forceful.

The venom in Quintessa’s eyes, the swift execution, the cold smirk, and the dismissive arch of her brow–all were perfect for the scene, which earned a loud “Cut, that’s perfect!” from the director behind

the monitor.

The director might have been pleased, but Roxanne was stunned, with her hand covering her cheek. Coming to her senses, she cursed at Quintessa, “Did you just hit me for real?”

Quintessa frowned slightly, “Sorry, it’s my first time in such a scene. I didn’t gauge my strength properly.”

The director, seeing the disruption, lost his temper. Quintessa had set the scene perfectly, but Roxanne wasn’t playing along. Tossing his headphones aside, he stood up, “Roxanne, what’s the matter with you? If you don’t want to act, then get out.”

Roxanne’s eyes brimmed with tears of humiliation. “But she hit me!”

Director Frost snorted in frustration, “That’s the point! I’ve never seen such an unprofessional actor. Poor acting skill is one thing, but a complete lack of professionalism is another. I truly regret signing you on.”

Roxanne, trembling with anger, tried to respond, but Director Frost cut her off, “Get out, now!”

Everyone knew of Frost’s fiery temper on set, but it was rare for him to tell someone to leave. This time, he was truly incensed.

Roxanne’s agent hurried over, trying to smooth things over with the director and to console Roxanne.

Half an hour later, the filming resumed.

Roxanne’s cheek was slightly swollen, but after a heavy layer of makeup, it was hardly noticeable. She glared at Quintessa, with her teeth clenched, “This isn’t over.”

Quintessa shrugged nonchalantly, “Don’t worry, I’ll put even more effort into it–slapping you, that is.”

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So, when the filming continued, Quintessa delivered another solid slap.

This time, Roxanne held back her anger, but the scene was cut short once more.

“You’re supposed to be aggrieved, holding back, heartbroken–not hateful. Do you understand? Let’s try it again,” the director instructed.

Roxanne felt faint with fury, fully aware that Quintessa was taking revenge. If they kept shooting, she

would receive real slaps, and all she could do was endure,

Roxanne took a deep breath, and after six more takes, the scene was finally acceptable.

Quintessa smirked, “How was that? Feeling better?”