-Another excellent take, - said Gilliam, cluding today's shoot, portraying a Winona who had to face solitude.

  -Sigh, - Winona murmured, exhausted from the multiple itments she had uaken i days.

  -We'll move on to film some ses from the beginning, - said Gilliam, sing a script with numerous notes. It was so heavily marked that multiple notes could be dised on each side of the page, crumpled and damaged from use.

  Although she de, Winona eless romantic, dedicated to art and good manners. The vein of love flowed deep in her heart, expressed iique way, briefly and romantically. She liked fortable silences and gazes that spoke volumes about love. It was better to express feelings tenderly than to indulge in madness.

  -We'll o redo some ses, - Winona said, bewildered.

  -Yes, only two ses. Don't be dramatic, - Gilliam mentioned.

  -And is it because of the disect between you two that is evident? A dise that leads me to think your performances areirely correct, - Gilliam mentioned, cealing thoughts about what he truly wao achieve.

  -Are you hiding something from me? - Winona asked.

  -Nothing important, just some shots that are necessary to perfect the image I have in mind. But you have a ten-day break; the shots are with Bill, and you o atiently, - Gilliam said.

  -I don't want to go to Los Angeles. I want to stay here, where the paparazzi only endure a few days, take a few pictures, and leave. I walk without w about getting photographed, and I'm happy, - Winona said, crossing her legs in a lotus position.

  -Stay. The hotel is booked for the entire month, and I love having you with us, darling, - Gilliam said.

  Winona's fangs rose with her smile. Her dazzling appearance was a way of being, fortable and tender. One of the best ways to be was the charisma she dispyed in her moments of happiness, when she wasn't burdened by all that fame had taken from her and by the many problems in her heart, germinating like seeds as the world of Hollywood tio encroa her thoughts in dark ways. There, only in the rumor of her privacy, could she find enough strength to uhe love her heart dictated.

  -We should watch Casabnca again, and buy pop and chocotes, - Winona suggested.

  -Oh, darling, not again. But I choose a lovely movie, one of my favorites, aweewo of us, we have some wihe movie we'll watch is very romantic. We need wine, - Gilliam said, squeezing Winona's hands, who smiled at him warmly.

  -I would love that. Since we're having wionight, I'll order a cheese board and some good sesame bread, - Winona said, nodding firmly, deg and apanying Gilliam, treating him like a father.

  -I would love that. Now, I have to shoot some ses with Bill and Samantha, - Gilliam said.

  -I'll do it, I'll do it. Just give me some space, world, - Winona said, running back to the hotel to dive uhe covers a as much as she could, preparing for the night of wine and cheese.

  She enjoyed preparing the bed, then taking a quick shower and going back to sleep until her eyes closed. Only if she took a bath could she fall asleep, and only if she rested beforehand, did she feel fortable. It was a habit acquired since childhood, with her naive way of being. She believed that the steps to follow had to be in that specific order, or she wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

  Wearing her oversized bck shirt, resembling a nightgown from older times, in her adulthood, with a small green cap, she curled up in the middle of the bed, smiling foolishly.

  She woke up when the night was already tapping on the windows, and only the moonlight, dark and faint, was embraced by paleness. Winona was there, covered up to her neck, with only whispers esg her lips, while the hotel buzzed with dinner being served, yellow gsses king, and versations filling the spaces.

  Winona took the elevator with a rge white b yered with clothes and, beyond that, a green hat with frog eyes. The gmorous dy of fashion had eye crusts, wore a fshy hat, and was not what she represented on the red carpets, on her sweet runways, or in her casual afternoons in Los Ahe herald of fashion for all the youth and magazines, scrutinizing everything Winona wore, was subjected to basic scrutiny worldwide.

  Winona walked through the corridors until she reached the front of the table, covered in shadow and a n, and those present at the table were viewed delicately.

  -So, you're a ema enthusiast, - Gilliam remarked.

  -I like watg movies. At home, I have a small projector from ten years ago that I use to py films. I like the old ways, and I prefer watg on a sepia s with long dialogues, - said Billy.

  -I have a book to lend you; you'll love it for your free afternoons, to reminisce about old times, - Gilliam said.

  -You're a b old man, -said Winona, squinting her eyes from afar. Bill had arrived, and she might steal his girls' night.

  -I'm sorry with all my heart, but watg movies is not an old man's activity, - said Billy.

  -Bh, bh, bh. I want ice cream with a little sugar. Now that you've arrived, it's time for you to give me all the food I deserve, - said Winona.

  -I see you're still not taking out your wallet, - said Billy.

  -Ugh, I hate having to pay for my ice cream. You pay for the ice cream, and I'll pay for your steak. Yes, that's a deal. We tih this before my legs cramp, - said Winona.

  -Well, how are you, dear? I see you slept all afternoon, which is not advisable. Your parents should have told you, dear, but let it pass, - said Gilliam, with small eyes from so much effort; the rec pte had been w non-stop since m, even skipping lunch.

  -I was very sleepy, and now I feel ready for our movie night, - said Winona.

  -Dear, I'm exhausted, but we do it tomorrow before dinner, - said Gilliam.

  -It's a promise, - the girl ented, raising her finger acgly.

  -Of course, dear, - said Gilliam, resuming his versation with Billy about the old times of ema and the great cssics.

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