Jenna's pov
"...and cut. We are done with today's scenes. You all did a wonderful job with this shooting. We can all relax now."
The director told us as he started to pack things up. Noah and the others on the set let out a relief-filled sigh as they were finally allowed to relax. I also felt relieved when the shooting wrapped up without any problem.
The tension that had been clinging to the set since morning finally loosened its grip.
Noah immediately walked toward me once he was done, and excitement shined in his eyes.
"Miss Jenna, I finished my shooting. Was I any good?"
Noah's eyes beamed as he looked at me. His attention made me feel a little nervous…especially with how overbearing he was being. But I also understood that I was his only source of comfort in this place.
The industry was ruthless, and he was still learning how to stand on his own.
As such, I was the one he depended on most.
"You did good, Noah…are you alright?"
