Sophia’s POV

No, I haven’t got this. At all.

“Cut!” The Director shouts for the third time.

I drop my hands to my sides. They’re trembling. One hand holds the facial cleansing brush, the other forms a fist.

“Relax, Love,” Alexander whispers, patting my shoulders.

Seated on the solid vanity top, I bite my bottom lip and look away.

It’s his eyes. That’s the problem. He’s staring too deeply and doing something to me with his eyes. If we were in the privacy of his car, ...