After just a few takes, they wrapped up the shoot successfully. With her part done, Hera was finally free to return to her lounge, remove her makeup, and change into a different outfit for the casting photos.
After wrapping up the photoshoot, Hera proceeded with a final fitting for all the costus she would be wearing during filming.
Once that was done, she had a brief discussion with the director about the schedule. Although he had already sent a copy to Hera’s assistant, he took the ti to personally go over it with her to ensure they were on the sa page.
Just then, Hera’s assistant arrived, carrying her change of clothes, a selection of drinks, and a bouquet of fresh flowers. Struggling to juggle everything at once, she walked in with an awkward, almost comical gait, clearly overwheld by the load in her arms.
"Sister Hera..." Daisy called out as she carefully tried to balance everything in her arms. "Mr. Hendrix, Mr. Grey, Mr. Montague, Mr. Briley, Mr. Everett, and Mr. Carson all sent bouquets of flowers for you, along with so fruit. They also left strict instructions that you should eat on ti and not overwork yourself," she relayed, repeating the ssages from the six n as she made her way toward Hera.
The sheer amount of gifts she was carrying was overwhelming—so much so that the table in Hera’s lounge couldn’t even fit everything. The other staff mbers, who had barely seen Daisy around earlier, now understood why.
As they took in the scene, their gazes shifted to Hera, their expressions a mix of curiosity, amusent, and silent envy at the grand display of affection from her admirers.
The n who found Hera’s beauty refreshing and had been interested in her couldn’t help but feel sowhat insignificant in comparison. The grand display of affection from her suitors—though just flowers and thoughtful gifts—sent a clear ssage to every man in the production team: Hera was off-limits. She wasn’t just admired; she was cherished by n who were not only attentive but also far more thoughtful than they were.
Did these n send their gifts at the sa ti by coincidence? Of course not. They had discussed it beforehand.
...
[Six Musketeers’ Group Chat]
[Dave: So, the flowers and gifts we sent to our girl have arrived. Her assistant received them.]
[Zhane: That’s good to hear.]
[Rafael: This way, we don’t even need to watch over her 24/7—no one will dare get too close.]
[Xavier: Do you really think there’s a man out there dumb enough to try stealing our girl?]
[Luke: Never underestimate stupidity. There’s always soone who thinks too highly of themselves.]
[Leo: They can overestimate themselves all they want, but whether they can actually take my woman from depends on their abilities. And, of course, it’s not like I’d go down without a fight.]
[Dave: ...Are you seriously taking this joke that far?]
[Leo: Even if I’m fighting ants, I have to take them seriously when it cos to my wife. Complacency breeds inadequacy, and before you know it, you’ve lost without even realizing how.]
[Xavier: Oh!]
[Xavier: (￣ー￣)ゞ]
[Zhane: Good point. Ignore Dave—he’s the one with the slowest results. What does he even bring to the table?]
[Rafael: True. Dave is the most incompetent among us. He can’t even contribute properly...]
[Xavier: So incompetent.]
[Luke: Don’t be too hard on the poor guy.]
[Luke: (¬‿¬)]
[Dave: (＃`Д´)ﾉ]
[Dave: Damn you guys!]
[Dave: Watch your backs—I’ll definitely find a chance to kick your asses!]
...
While the six n were busy bickering like children in their group chat, Hera sat quietly, reading the handwritten notes attached to each bouquet she had received. A soft smile crept onto her lips as she took in their words, one by one.
Unbeknownst to her, she was already grinning as she read through the heartfelt ssages.
[Dave’s Note:]
[Sweetheart, I want you to smile and enjoy your day. This is your first film, and I hope you’re doing what makes you happy. I will always support you.
P.S.: I can’t co to see you right now—my assistant refuses to return my freedom. So please wait for .
P.P.S.: Send a picture of your face while enjoying my gift. That would make my busy day a whole lot better.
P.P.P.S.: My grandpa is requesting to et you. I may have accidentally bragged about snagging the most beautiful girlfriend and showed him your picture... Now, he’s completely smitten with his future granddaughter-in-law and is currently in a tug-of-war with Patriarch Everett over who gets to ’claim dibs’ on you. I just know you’re going to love the old guy.
[Rafael’s Note:]
[Little Minx, I know you’re going to be amazing in your first film. I’ll support you every step of the way. And if anyone even thinks about bullying you, don’t hesitate to use my na—I’ll make sure no one dares to lay a finger on what’s mine. No one looks down on you and gets away with it.
Oh, and by the way...
You were insanely hot last night. (¬‿¬)]
[Luke’s Note:]
[Babe, I hope I didn’t go overboard last night... I know I got a little rough, maybe even a bit too beastly. I just couldn’t get enough of you, and I lost control. I hope I didn’t scare you... but at the sa ti, I can’t bring myself to regret it. You’ve awakened sothing in that I never knew existed.
You know I love you, right?]
[Xavier’s Note:]
[Hera, I may be out of the country right now, caught up with work, but that doesn’t an my heart isn’t with you. No matter where I am, you’re always on my mind, my little strawberry.
Be patient and wait for , okay? I promise, I’ll make it worth your while when I get back.]
[Zhane’s Note:]
[Hera, people say I’m cold, emotionless—a man who doesn’t feel. But the truth is, you’ve taken my breath away, and my eyes see only you. I can only hope you never grow tired of . If I get a little needy, a little rough sotis, please don’t be mad.
I miss you, love. So much that I can’t even focus on work. Every curve of you, every part of you lingers in my mind, and I can’t escape it—not that I want to. You are my life now, and that ans you’re not getting away from . Ever.]
[Leo’s Note:]
[Wifey, I’m sorry I’ve been busy lately, but you know my heart and mind are always with you. Please take care of yourself, eat on ti, and don’t overwork yourself while I’m away.
I love you. Only you. Always rember that.]
As Hera read through the letters attached to the bouquets, she couldn’t help but smile foolishly at how sweet they were. At first, the affectionate words made her heart flutter, but as she continued, one letter after another beca a little too... erotic for a public setting.
Her face turned beet red, and Daisy started to notice her shifting expressions. Thankfully, Daisy didn’t attempt to read each letter in detail—she only glanced at the sender’s na and the short notes visible to her before passing them along.
Fortunately, the delivery guy had followed strict instructions from the senders, ensuring that only ssages ant for Hera’s assistant were shared with Daisy, sparing Hera from further embarrassnt.
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