It was the first day of the shoot, and we were already late.
“Come on, let’s hustle,” I said, almost pushing my husband out of our home.
“But I still have to do my hair,” he whimpered.
“No need, they’re anyways going to be all over the place as soon as we go out. Have you seen the sky? It’s going to be a stormy day today, “I groaned as we finally managed to leave.
The wind was crazy, so it took us even more time than usual to reach the shore. I looked at the already-assembled shooting crew and snapped at my husband, “See, they’re ready to start shooting, you made these poor people wait in these stormy conditions. What if someone falls ill because of your tardiness?”
He looked suitably abashed, but still managed to grumble, “But how will they shoot in these conditions? The fog from the…
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