Chapter 2: A Nobody in the Spotlight
After my comeback, I landed a lead in a top-tier period romance for Netflix. I sat in the trailer, reading the script, thinking: What was I so proud of before? The trailer smelled like coffee and hairspray. I flipped through the script, highlighter in hand, trying to focus. Outside, crew members shouted over the roar of generators. I wondered if I’d ever really belonged anywhere.
Back then, I always refused to ask Lucas for help or connections. Even when I was just doing walk-ons and running from set to set, I never thought to ask him for anything. Pride was my armor, but it got heavy after a while.
I used to fantasize that if I ever made it big, maybe his family would finally accept me. It was a foolish dream, but it kept me going—one more thing to chase.
But I forgot—families like his only ever see me as an actress. No matter how high I climb, I’m still just that girl on TV to them.
To them, I was a passing phase—a story to gossip about over brunch. I could win awards, grace magazine covers, but I’d never be one of them. Not really.
A real nobody with fake pride. The words echoed, hollow and sharp.
The words tasted bitter, but I swallowed them. Maybe it was time to stop pretending. Maybe it was time to let go.
The first snow in Maple Heights came early that year. I sat under the set canopy, hugging a hand warmer, reading my script. Snowflakes drifted past the floodlights, melting on my coat. I pulled my scarf tighter, letting the cold wake me up.
Suddenly, Dana gasped. “Autumn, look over there!” She sounded breathless, almost giddy. I followed her gaze, heart skipping.
I looked up. Lucas, dressed in a black wool coat, was walking toward me through the snow. For a second, it was like we were the only two people in the world. The noise of the set faded away.
When I saw him, I tucked away the cold and pasted on surprise, then got up and ran to him. My boots crunched on the snow as I hurried over, cheeks flushed with cold and something else.
He smiled, spreading his arms and pulling me into a hug. His embrace was warm, grounding. I let myself melt into it for a moment, breathing him in, letting the world fade away.
I looked up, softening my voice. “Didn’t you say you’d be back tomorrow?” My fingers played with the lapel of his coat, searching his eyes for answers he wouldn’t give.
He brushed the snow from my hair, then kissed the corner of my mouth. “Wanted to surprise you.” His lips were cold, but his smile was real. I almost believed in us again.
I just smiled, not saying anything. Words felt useless. I tucked my hands into my pockets, watching his breath cloud in the air.
“I’m taking you out tonight.”
I stepped out of his arms. “But I usually shoot until after midnight, and with this snow, every crew is—” I trailed off, knowing it wouldn’t matter. He never took no for an answer.
Before I could finish, he pinched my cheek. “Already talked to the director.” His grin was cocky, a little boyish. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling back.
For a second, I was speechless, mouth open. Then I just smiled and nodded. “Okay, whatever you say.” I surrendered, holding up my hands in mock defeat.













