Chapter 48

• By the time anyone could even process what was happening, the entire film set had turned into a sea of scarlet. Roses. Thousands of them.
• Red petals sprawled across the ground like spilled blood, bold and shameless under the sweltering summer sun. The heat was already unbearable now it felt suffocating. A humid, fragrant reminder that someone out there didn’t believe in subtlety.
• And right in the middle of it all, I stood there holding a small white card, trying not to faint from the absurdity of it all.