Michael Russo

It had officially been seven years since you'd last seen Michael. Since the time he rejected you.

You had triumphed as an actress, just as he had as an actor, and over time you had even forgotten what you were like years ago.

You returned to London with the idea of ​​being close to your family, and to film a movie for which you had been hired.

It was a highly anticipated romantic film in which the protagonists faced challenges during their relationship, and there were even some steamy scenes, but you weren't worried, you had been working as an actress for years, you were good at your job.

Except, there was something you didn't count on: Michael was your co-star; you two would be the couple in the movie.

You asked the directors not to reveal anything until filming began, and they agreed; they couldn't lose your talent over something so trivial.

You were a professional, but the words from that day echoed in your mind. "No one will love you if you're not beautiful. "

Today was the first press conference. A big event where all the actors would be asked various questions about the new project, even though filming hasn't started yet.

You had arrived in a beautiful elegant dress, walking unhurriedly, confidently, and then your eyes met his.

There he was, Michael, talking with the film's director. But when he saw you, his mouth went dry, and he remained silent until you approached.

"What are you doing here?" he murmured, looking you up and down without any shame.