"Right now, we're brushing shoulders with a good number of celebrities for this variety show script," Shaun was saying, his tone measured and practical. "But being a new show, it's not garnered that much heat yet. I'd wager we won't see a huge influx of participants, unless the organizers manage to snag a real big hitter."Wyneth nodded, taking in his explanation. "So, when do you think we'll get to start shooting?""In a few days, I reckon," Shaun replied. "As soon as everything is confirmed, we can get going. You've got a light filming schedule at the moment. I'll have a word with the director, and you can come along with me when it's time.""Alright."The following day, Wyneth had a visitor. Yoyo, who had been hiding in her room for a self-care facial mask session, answered the knock at the door to find a middle-aged man she did not recognize. "Who're you looking for?" she asked."Good afternoon, are you Wyneth Walford?"Yoyo shook her head. "Nope.""Ah? Have I got the wrong

Given her brother's temperament, if he were to see her on the show, he would likely haul her off set and directly back home without a moment's hesitation. The mere thought sent chills down her spine.But according to Shaun's present assessment, it appeared Finn would likely decline the show. As Finn's sister, Wyneth knew him all too well. Perhaps he might accept other variety shows, but this was a rural-based one. Finn had been a stickler for cleanliness since childhood, with no aspirations toward a pastoral lifestyle. He was more the type to recline in pristine surroundings, savoring champagne. So, it was certain he would not accept this show."Wow, the lengths to which young girls go to chase stars can be quite frightening," Shaun said. "I heard this show was created because of Finn, but despite numerous seasons, they haven't been able to invite him yet." Shaun suddenly chuckled. "Oh, I forgot, considering your Zen-like attitude, you probably don't know who Finn is, right?" After a

They reached the farmhouse three hours later, the ride jostling them relentlessly over mountain roads.Wyneth was not looking her best, but compared to Lauren who was battling motion sickness, she was faring better. Poor Lauren, already susceptible to travel sickness, had held out as long as she could, but eventually lost the battle and got sick during the roughest stretch of the journey. Once they reached their destination, she was practically unable to stand, leaning heavily on Wyneth. With no assistants or managers allowed, and Wyneth being the only other woman, Lauren had no other choice. Lauren had expected Wyneth to flinch away, particularly given her recent vomit, but was surprised when Wyneth handed her tissues and a bag.Once everyone disembarked from the vehicle, their faces told the tale of the harrowing journey.Given the late hour, the crew directed everyone to rest. Due to limited accommodations, Wyneth and Lauren were to share a room. As they followed a crew member to

In a foreign place, sleep evaded Lauren entirely. She was used to burning the midnight oil, and suddenly being forced to hit the sack early felt unnatural. The hard bed beneath her did not help matters. Lauren turned her head, hoping to engage Wyneth in conversation, only to discover that Wyneth's eyes were already closed, her breathing steady. Lauren hesitated, then cautiously called out."Wyneth?"There was no response. Wyneth was evidently fast asleep. Lauren was flabbergasted. 'Asleep? So quickly?' Not wanting to disturb her, Lauren lay back down. Soon, her mind drifted into a hazy slumber.The next day, a rooster's crow roused Lauren from sleep. Upon seeing that it was just after 5:00 a.m., she groaned in exasperation. "So noisy," she muttered, covering her head with the blanket in hopes of catching a few more winks. However, the persistent crowing drove her to sit up in resignation. To her surprise, Wyneth was already up and dressed, her bedding neatly folded. It was clear tha

He stood there, somewhat flustered, for a good while. Just as he began to inquire about the situation, Wyneth offered a slight smile before rising to her feet."Let's go then, breakfast awaits."As Lauren got up with her, she asked quietly, "Don't you need to put on some... stuff?""I've applied sunscreen," Wyneth replied."S-Sunscreen?" Lauren was at a loss for words, wanting to clarify that she had not been referring to sunscreen. But it was too late; she was already following Wyneth out.Once the pair met up with Harry, they were tailed by two cameramen. Seizing the opportunity, Harry asked in a hushed tone, "What just happened?""Wyneth didn't have any makeup on when the cameraman rushed in to snap a picture," Lauren whispered back.Upon hearing that, Harry's gaze instinctively fell on Wyneth's face. After examining her for a moment, he asked, a faint blush on his cheeks, "You're okay, right?"Before Wyneth could answer, Lauren quickly interjected, "She's perfectly fine. Ho