Ch. 276: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 276

Chapter 276

Norah snapped a few candid shots of Sasha, whose radiant beauty may not be groundbreaking, but her acting talent has earned her a loyal following. Sasha’s composed demeanor, coupled with her humility and poise, had always impressed Norah.

As the catwalk show came to an end, Norah gestured for the photographer to follow her.

That’s when Emani spotted Sasha and let out a loud squeal. “Oh my gosh, it’s Sasha! I can’t believe it!”

Norah raised an eyebrow at Emani’s excitement. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Of course, I’m excited!” Emani gushed. “I’ve watched all her shows! Is this real life? She’s my idol—I love her so much!”

Sasha approached with a warm smile. “Hello, I’m Sasha.”

She extended her hand toward Emani, who stared at it in disbelief, as though she were in a dream. Tentatively, Emani grasped Sasha’s hand, her voice trembling. “Am I dreaming? I’ve followed you for years. I know all your shows and even your story—how you came from a small town and fought so hard to make it in the industry. I’m your biggest fan…”

Tears welled up in Emani’s eyes, her emotions spilling over.

Sasha quickly comforted her. “I know, I know—don’t cry. A girl’s tears are precious.” She gently wiped Emani’s tears with a reassuring smile.

In that moment, Emani felt validated. She had chosen the right idol—Sasha was as kind and approachable as she had imagined.

“Alright, Emani,” Norah interrupted gently, “we need to get to work. Let’s focus—our job is to make Sasha look even more stunning today.”

Emani sniffled, her resolve returning. “Got it! I’ll make sure we nail this shoot.”

The team headed to the filming venue, only to find their booking had been given away.

“What do you mean we don’t have the space?” Emani protested, disbelief etched on her face. “We confirmed this spot days ago!”

A staff member shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, it’s been reserved by someone else.”

Emani’s frustration boiled over. “This is outrageous! You promised us this venue. Now you’re giving it to someone else? How unprofessional!”

The venue was crucial to their vision—its antique, oriental charm was perfect for Sasha’s costume, which evoked the elegance of ancient beauty. There was no other place like it.

Norah tried to stay calm. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Maybe we can negotiate.” She approached the staff. “Excuse me, but there’s no one using the space right now. Could you allow us just thirty minutes? We’d even be willing to pay double.”

The staff hesitated but remained firm. “It’s not about money.”

Suddenly, a voice broke in. “Don’t bother trying.”

Norah turned to see Bianca strolling toward them, dressed in a similar costume to Sasha’s. She was flanked by a team of top-tier photographers, her smug expression a stark contrast to Sasha’s quiet grace.

“Bianca,” Norah said sharply, “what’s the meaning of this?”

Bianca smirked. “I booked this venue. Too bad for you—you’ll have to find somewhere else to shoot.”

Norah narrowed her eyes. “Why go out of your way to sabotage us?”

Bianca shrugged, her tone dripping with mockery. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. This industry rewards beauty and popularity. Sasha may have talent, but talent alone doesn’t make you relevant.”

Sasha remained calm, her icy silence a stark contrast to Bianca’s hostility.

Norah refused to let Bianca get under her skin. “If you need it so badly, take it. Sasha doesn’t need this venue to prove her worth.”

Bianca’s laughter was hollow. “That’s right—know your place. I won today, Norah, and I’ll win again. Stop wasting your time fighting me.”

Norah gave Bianca a pointed look as she passed by. “Win? Let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

With the venue lost, Norah scanned the surrounding area. Her eyes landed on the riverside, framed by delicate willow trees.

“Let’s shoot here,” Norah decided.

Emani hesitated. “Here? But the scenery isn’t as striking as inside.”

Sasha smiled, picking a floating catkin out of the air. “This place has its charm. Look—it’s like snow.”

Norah’s face lit up. She snapped a quick photo of Sasha’s serene profile as the soft catkins drifted down around her. “Perfect,” she said. “This is even better than I imagined.”

Emani began to catch on. “Are we using the catkins as snow? That’s brilliant!”

Norah nodded. “Let’s take some short videos too. Sasha, you’ll go viral with this.”

Sasha’s expression softened as she reminisced. “The first court drama I did—it was the hardest role of my career, but it’s the one people still remember me for.”

The team worked tirelessly by the riverside, transforming the humble backdrop into a stunning, ethereal scene. Sasha’s melancholic expressions, paired with the drifting “snow,” evoked a timeless elegance.

When the shoot was done, Emani couldn’t help but tear up again. “This brings back so many memories,” she murmured.

As Norah reviewed the footage, she knew they had created something special. It didn’t matter if Bianca had taken the venue—Sasha’s talent and their team’s creativity had turned an ordinary riverside into a masterpiece.

They edited the content and uploaded it online. Within hours, it was clear: Sasha’s grace, combined with their ingenuity, had struck a chord.

Sometimes, it’s not about the stage—it’s about how you own it.