YOU'VE HEARD... ACTION!

**-**Amaranta stood next to Hector, holding his script in her hands. When Director Exxo saw them, he quickly asked, "How are you two feeling after yesterday's test shot?"

—"Director Exxo, I had a dream last night." Hector replied in a dreamy voice, as he recalled what he had dreamed. After Amaranta and Eleonora left last night, after rehearsing several parts of the script with him, Hector read the script. The surprising thing was that he had dreamed about what was happening in the script. It was as if the entire script had unfolded in his dream. When he woke up in the morning, he looked at his pillow that had been soaked in his tears. He couldn't say a word. It was a terrible feeling. He felt tremendous, great anxiety, as if he had lost something or someone.

—"You didn't cover your butt properly. That's why you had a dream, get cold. Ha, ha, ha." Director Daniel Exxo patted Hector del Campo on the shoulder, after making this humorous comment.

— Hector just smiled, embarrassed.

—"Amaranta, come too. Let's try the scene." In the script, Martin was a more handsome young man. He had the toughness of a soldier, but also a romantic streak, a trait unique among young men born into educated families. One could see this from him bringing Dulce flowers.

—"This is a prop." Director Exxo gestured to the props prepared in advance.

—"This is a bouquet of roses that Martin prepared for Dulce on the 100th day since they met. In the script, this was also when Martin decided to spend the rest of his life with Dulce." Amaranta saw the roses in Hector's hand. A strange feeling in her heart began to grow. On the 100th day since they met…

**Roses…

**Sacrifice…

— All of this seemed to have happened in what her mother wrote in her diary.

*Was this a coincidence?

*Or did Godmother Johanna really know Amaranta's mother?

*Was that possible?

—"Sweetheart, let's begin," Hector said. Then, Amaranta sat down in front of the desk and propped her chin with the palm of her hand. A song played on the radio. A gentle breeze blew through her long hair, revealing her exquisite face.

"Sweetheart, do you have time today?"

— Hector, like Martin, peeked his head out from behind the window. The sun was behind him. Only a vague silhouette of his beautiful features could be seen. His eyes were bright and full of love.

"No."

— Hector leaned against the windowsill, pulled out a bouquet of roses, and placed it in front of Amaranta's face in silence.

"Happy 100-day anniversary."

Director Exxo looked at the monitor in front of him. Both Amaranta and Hector had acted very well. The scene was very romantic. Hector stood in front of Amaranta and looked at her bright red lips. Her lips seemed to draw him closer, and he couldn't help but want to kiss them, it was like a magnet was drawing him into a void.

—"You both have to smell the roses." The director said.

Hector and Amaranta smelled the red roses together.

**"They're very fragrant (Dulce, commented)"**

— Hector moved to Amaranta's side and held her hand in his.

**"Come on."

The young man pulled the girl's hand, and they walked through the crowd, climbing onto a motorcycle parked in an empty space in front of the shelter.

Martin helped Dulce put on her helmet, Dulce wrapped her arms around his waist.

The wind blew past Dulce's ears.

They arrived at a practice room with a piano.

Martin taught Dulce how to play the piano.

Johanna held the script and walked over to the side of Director Exxo. Tears welled up in her eyes. Then they fell before she could hide the emotion that was filling her heart as she remembered everything her friend had told her about her boyfriend.

"My dear friend, where are you now?" Johanna Saenz wondered. "I hope you can see this movie when it comes out."

The afternoon sun shone on Martin and Dulce.

Martin suddenly couldn't help but want to kiss Dulce.

His lips slowly approached Dulce's. His eyes were as deep as the blue sea.

— Amaranta, forgot for a moment that she was acting, that the kiss wouldn't be real, yet she saw Hector del Campo approach and was so scared that she moved.

She knew they were acting.

She knew that usually when actors acted, they did it only about the lips, nothing was beyond that.

— Perhaps, in such a situation, Martin and Dulce could kiss successfully.

But at this moment, she backed away and rejected him. She wanted to save her precious first kiss in this life for him… For the person she liked the most. She didn't want to be kissed right now, perhaps she was thinking too much and never She would kiss that person, but she wanted to hold on to that hope.

—**"You have some dirt here," Martin murmured.

— Martin reached his hand out across Dulce's face just as she squirmed uneasily. He used his finger to rub the dirt away.

On her face softly.

That hazy feeling became even clearer.

"I have already informed my superiors that I want to marry you."

— They continued with the recording. But it took Amaranta some time to successfully separate Dulce's feelings, as a character in a movie, who was acting, from her own after filming that scene.

— Amaranta took a sip of water before asking Eleonora about her performance.- "It was very good." Her assistant/bodyguard answered with all sincerity.

— Rocío Andrade patted Amaranta's shoulders in congratulations on the performance she had just performed, in a light voice she said: "Amaranta, your performance is so good that I want to kidnap you and take you back to the Film Academy."

— Johanna wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and walked over to where Rocio Andrade and Amaranta Cid were. "Honey, you acted so well," Amaranta praised. "There was a moment when I almost felt like you were her. That look and those eyes, they were all so familiar."

"Mom Johanna, what is your best friend's name?" Amaranta suddenly asked.

Johanna Sáenz hadn't yet answered the question when a member of the film crew called out to her, "Miss Johanna, the second female lead, is here."

Second female lead?

Amaranta remembered that there was a second female lead written into the script.

The second female lead grew up with the male lead, with Martin.

She had a few scenes with the male lead.

The second female lead was at Martin's house when he returned and was about to tell her parents that she had fallen in love and wanted to marry Dulce. However, unlike the usual vicious second female lead in movies, the second female lead in this movie was very generous. When she learned that there was someone else that Martin liked, she let him go without any problems and even gave him her blessings.

—"It must be Sandra." Rocio Andrade held Amaranta's hand and murmured, "Sandra is a student at the Film Academy. I thought she didn't have time to act in this movie."

"Sandra."

— Sandra was wearing a fashionable dress. At her side, an assistant held up an umbrella to shade her. It was beautiful. It lived up to her name and fame. She was so beautiful that Amaranta wondered how a woman like her could possibly exist in this world.

—"Since this is the film of the great writer Johanna Sáenz, I have to come, no matter how busy I am." Rocio Andrade took Amaranta's hand and led her in front of Sandra.

—"Sandra, this is the female lead of the movie, Amaranta Cid. This is Sandra." She reached out her hand to shake Amaranta's, in a slightly petulant manner.

—"I heard a while ago that Johanna chose you as the female lead specifically. It seems that you really have a face born for movies."

—"Hello, teacher Sandra," Amaranta greeted her.

—"I'm not a teacher," Sandra corrected Amaranta, with one of those smiles that are learned with time, effort, and work in the world of entertainment, the typical perpetual smile. "Just call me sister Sandra."

Amaranta had no objections to that. She wanted to see how an award-winning actress would act and learn from her.

—"What were you asking me before?" Johanna asked Amaranta after organizing Sandra's scenes.

—"It's nothing important, don't worry, Mama Johanna," Amaranta answered.

— But it really wasn't anything relevant, as the filming went on, Amaranta wondered more. If at some point in their lives, Johanna Sáenz and Mónica Cid met…