"Why is it always Giselle showing up with treats? Shouldn't Ivy be the one to foot the bill?" Some of crew huddled in the corner, whispering just loud enough for their words to float over the set.
"She probably think we're not worth her time or money. Not everyone's like Giselle, treating us with respect and all that jazz."
"But you can't expect your bestie to always pay your bill, can you? That's not cool at all."
"Tsk, tsk, you can say that again."
Giselle was no stranger to this film set.
Whether she was swinging by with lattes or delivering assorted cupcakes from that trendy bakery downtown, she had a way of winning hearts without even trying.
The crew ate it up, showering Giselle with praise. While Ivy, the supposed leading lady, garnered much less enthusiasm.
Ivy couldn't care less. Acting was just a paycheck to her, albeit one she enjoyed more than other jobs. Pouring energy into schmoozing with folks she'd likely never see again after wrap-up wasn't her style.
If Giselle enjoyed playing the generous hostess, so be it. Ivy wasn't bothered.
After checking her call sheet, Ivy changed into fresh clothes and curled up in her chair, diving into the next act of the script, letting the world fade away.
But Giselle couldn’t stand any longer with Ivy’s indifference, especially after she had spent so much for her show.
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