The moment Isabella finally sat upright and blinked her very-much-alive eyes, the set turned into chaos.
"I told you she was fine!" someone shouted.
"Cut! CUT! Someone get a medic!"
"Did she really say demon rabbit?!"
Isabella rubbed her temple like an old woman with eight loud grandchildren. "Can everyone stop yelling? I'm not deaf. I just passed out."
Rachel shoved a bottle of overpriced mineral water into her hand like it was the elixir of life. "You literally scared the soul out of me, Bella. You screamed, staggered back, pointed to the ceiling, and then just—timber!"
"Like a tree?"
"Like a Disney princess in a poisoned apple scene!"
Before Isabella could even roll her eyes, the producer, that high-strung lady in a pencil skirt and stress wrinkles, clapped her hands like they were in kindergarten.
"Okay! That's enough excitement for one day! We're wrapping up early. People, pack up your things—shooting's done!"
Everyone froze.
"Huh?"
"What?"
