The moment the director yelled "Cut!", her assistant hurried over with a towel.
Nancy Warner was impeccably polite by nature. "Thank you," she said.
She took the towel, wiping the water from her face as she walked toward her RV. The high heels, property of the wardrobe department, didn't fit well, leaving the backs of her heels raw and red. "Find me something casual to change into."
She was done with her scenes for a while. Since they were filming in the picturesque countryside, she wanted to go for a walk.
The assistant agreed.
Nancy Warner slipped into the RV and placed the damp towel on a chair. A second later, her breath caught in her throat, and she froze.
On the table sat a container of washed cherries.
She reached out a hand to touch them. "Where did these come from?"
Her voice was trembling.
The assistant glanced over, scratching her head. "Could they be from Sharon?"
She was referring to Sharon Morgan, Nancy Warner's manager.
