"The morning shoot was a disaster. They couldn''t even get through two scenes. She was throwing a fit about everything. Sheined her makeup wasn''t morous enough, making the makeup artist and stylist redo it several times before she was finally satisfied."


    Normally, the hair and makeup are designed to fit the character. Mignon was supposed to be ying a pure, ethereal fairy, but she ended up looking more like a seductive femme fatale.


    "They finally got her look sorted out, but when they started filming, it turned out she doesn''t even know basic blocking. Then she had the gall to use the director of being unprofessional. Director Vasquez lost it right there on the spot."


    Shirley recounted this with a hint of glee.


    Because so much time was wasted in the morning, Yvonne''s scene was pushed to that evening.


    Yvonne felt like crying, but no tears woulde.


    And just as expected, Mignon kept messing up her lines. No matter how much Director Vasquez coached her, she remained stiff and artificial.


    In the end, Director Vasquez was so angry he stopped talking altogether.


    Mignon, tired from her own antics, waved her hand dismissively. "Let''s just call it a day. It''s gettingte."


    This time, Director Vasquez actually let out a humorlessugh. "Fine. Since Ms. Powell has spoken, let''s wrap for the day."


    After saying that, he turned to look at Yvonne.


    In today''s scene, Mignon''s character was supposed to push Yvonne''s character to the ground. Because of the endless retakes, Yvonne had fallen over and over, and she looked a bit disheveled.


    Yvonne''s rtionship with Bet wasn''t public knowledge, but anyone with connections in the industry knew about them.


    Yvonne had fame and powerful backing, yet she was always diligent and


    professional on set, never acting like a diva. People with a strong work ethic always earned respect.


    Director Vasquez looked at Yvonne with sincere appreciation. "You worked hard today. Go home and get some rest."


    "You worked hard too, sir," Yvonne


    replied politely and humbly. She then


    turned to the crew and bowed


    slightly. "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Drinks are on me."


    "Thanks, Ms. Jones!"


    Yvonne asked her assistant to order the drinks and was about to leave the set when Mignon called out from behind her.


    "Hey, Yvonne, wait a second."


    Yvonne stopped and turned, looking at her with confusion. "Ms. Powell, can I help you?"


    Mignon didn''t answer right away. Instead, she looked Yvonne up and down with a disdainful arrogant gaze So you''re the mistress Ben keeps on the side. You''re not all that special."


    Mignon was a quarter German, with sharper, more defined features than most locals. She was undoubtedly beautiful and didn''t consider Yvonne to be anypetition.


    "You stopped me just to say that?" Yvonne scoffed impatiently, then turned and walked away with her assistant.


    Normally, with Yvonne''s temper, she would have fired back with aeback so sharp it would make the other person question their existence.


    But this was a film set, and the crew hadn''t left yet. Yvonne was now a popr actress, and as the lead in a Director Vasquez film, she was


    under intense scrutiny Countles eyes were on her. ''


    Arguing with a brainless idiot on set would only make her look foolish as well.


    "Did I say you could leave? Yvonne!"


    "Get back here!" Mignon stamped her foot in frustration, furious at being ignored.


    She was about to chase after her when Cynthia called her name. "Mignon, they''ve wrapped for the day. Why aren''t you heading back to the hotel?" "That bitch Yvonne..." Mignon began, but Cynthia cut her off again.