Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237

“You’re right about that. But whether it’s flashy or not, I’m going to give this role my all; that’s the least I can do for the fans who support me.”

Sophia knew perfectly well that building a good public persona was essential. So lines about having strong morals and a positive attitude rolled right off her tongue as if they came from the heart. She even put on a pleading look and turned to Freya.

“Freya, you’re the screenwriter; you have to help me this time. I just got here, and I only had time to read the novel and script once–there’s no way I can process it all on my own. Could you walk me through it?”

Faced with an actor who seemed genuinely eager to understand her character, Freya didn’t care what kind of background they had–she was always happy to help. She pulled out her notes and started explaining things to Sophia.

Sophia nearly laughed when she saw Freya take out a notebook. Someone who got into the crew through connections, flaunting a fake title to build up her credentials, and now she’s pretending to be all serious? What a joke. The notebook actually had a decent amount written in it, but does Freya even know what a screenwriter really does? She probably couldn’t even handle basic character dynamics.

Still, Sophia kept a look of eager anticipation and intense focus on her face–and signaled subtly to her manager.

This was a well–practiced move. While the actress put on her best “deep in the craft” face, the team would snap a few candid photos. They’d be useful later to reinforce her image, or in case of a crisis, a great way to clear her name.

Of course, the photos had to be taken in’secret; if anyone from the production team noticed, that would be a bad look.

Freya didn’t catch any of Sophia’s little tricks; she was too focused on her explanation. She began with the character’s backstory, then moved on to the emotional storms of the past within the narrative. A seemingly simple role became layered and complex through her words; every personality trait and decision had its roots.

But Sophia had no interest in listening. It’s just a cameo, she thought. Not even a supporting role. What’s the point of hearing all this? As if anyone expects me to deliver that level of nuance in such a short time? Please. Like I’ve got the time or energy for that.

After a while, Freya noticed that Sophia seemed distracted. She asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay, or is something bothering you?”

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Chapter 237

“Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just thinking about how tricky this role is to play. I’m trying to figure out the best way to portray her. Don’t worry–please, go on.”

She made it sound convincing, but in her mind, Sophia was reminded of something a former close friend once said with a laugh. What’s up with rich people? They act like everyone has time to sit around and overthink everything like they do. We’re out here trying to get things done; who’s got the luxury to be that bored?

That was exactly the vibe she got from Freya. This girl really thinks every role deserves that much thought? Please.

In Sophia’s opinion, her own performance only needed to be passable. Only someone as sheltered and naive as Freya would waste time agonizing over a character like this.

Still, that wasn’t a bad thing. A harmless little softie was way better than those scheming side characters who were always out to sabotage others. Sophia’s expression grew even more serious as she thought this.

But Freya had worked with truly serious actors before. When Clara discussed a role with her, she was all in. The female lead, Violet, was just as intense. Once people entered work mode, they didn’t just sit there listening to the writer–they engaged in real back–and–forth.

And that kind of collaboration didn’t change based on how people felt about each other. Even Thomas, when he worked with Freya, would dive fully into the character’s choices,

fit. weighing whether a line made sense or if a certain gesture

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