The tension in the room shifted. The crew immediately began adjusting the cameras and lights, resetting the scene for another take. A few people murmured quietly to each other, exchanging glances.
Cate knew what they were thinking—she had messed up.
But she couldn't move.
Her lips still tingled from the kiss. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.
She had kissed countless co-stars in her career, executed countless love scenes with ease, yet this… this was different.
"Are you okay, Cate?"
She blinked as Mr. Lancaster approached, his voice softer now, laced with concern.
"Something wrong?" he pressed.
Cate exhaled slowly, forcing herself to regain composure.
"I just… got carried away," she admitted, shaking her head as if trying to physically rid herself of the lingering sensation. "I'll do better next take."
The director studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Reset in 5."
He walked away, but Cate remained rooted to the spot, her mind whirling.
