No one moved immediately.

Then someone in the crew exhaled softly.

“...Damn,” the sound man muttered under his breath.

Even Sophia, standing just off camera, hadn’t blinked. Her smile wavered slightly before she looked away.

Vincent finally found his voice again. He turned to Isabelle, still half in character. “You made it too easy to believe you’re a naive sixteen year old,” he murmured.

She glanced at him, still smiling faintly, her face serene. “Then that means I ...