Just like in a slow-motion scene from a movie, Spencer appeared at the door of the dressing room. His gaze gently scanned over each person inside, searching for that familiar silhouette.
In the bright light, he stood at the doorway, his features sculpted like a work of art, with perfect lines and angles.
Soon enough, Spencer spotted the inconspicuous figure seated in the innermost corner, the one he had been searching for so long.
It was Summer!
Dressed in a white dress, with long, glossy black hair, fair skin, and a pretty face that resembled the image etched in his memory.
A girl was helping her with her hair, while Summer held the script, studying it intently.
With her eyes lowered, she was unaware of anyone watching her.
Spencer gazed at her for a long time, feeling his heart finally calm down. A softness appeared on his stern face, a gentleness long gone.
It was Summer, the Summer he had been searching for all these years!
Spencer felt a mix of joy, waves of emotions rising within him, a tinge of sadness, and an urgent feeling of suppression. His emotions were complex at that moment.
"Wow, it's Spencer."
"Look, Spencer is here."
"Why is he here so early? Oh my goodness!"
One by one, several artists noticed him and began to whisper, causing a stir.
Those familiar with his filming habits knew that he never arrived early, but he also never arrived late. He always waited until he had scenes to shoot, a habit that had become a topic of conversation.
Once he was spotted, Spencer quickly averted his gaze. He didn't want to arouse suspicions, so he walked inside and chose a spot not too close to Summer.
Spencer no longer looked at her directly, but from the corner of his eye, he could feel her presence, a comforting feeling.
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Seriously!!! 2 very short chapters per day!!!...