@misteradamhuber Leaving a project was always a difficult time, but some things hurt more than others. Dynasty was something she never wanted to have ended - she knew she would always be bitter about it, because it didn’t have to have ended and yet…no one cared enough to save it. No one had cared, yet those who had the power to save it had raged - and done nothing still. Over it, and over so many people from the last five years, she’d practically fled Atlanta after August 4th, working on a few small things. Interviews, photoshoots, spending time with friends and family after five long years of not having the time - she had two weeks before she snuck back to her house in Atlanta, undetected, packed for Vancouver, and was ooff.
Her next project was a breath of fresh air, in the sense that it was the exact opposite of Dynasty, and her character was not Fallon. In the beginning that was how she felt, at least. Being in a different country for work for a change was something she hadn’t done in almost ten years - and she took advantage of it as much as she could, but she still couldn’t shake whatever seemed to be bothering her. It should’ve been obvious the first two hundred times she walked by a mirror and quickly looked away, haunted by her pale features framed by dark brown hair - something she hadn’t seen since she was a teenager and her early twenties, but it wasn’t something she liked.
Knowing she needed to get away and get herself out of this funk, she hopped on a flight and in a few hours was landing on the solitary runway of the island, wondering if she was the only one here, besides the islands staff, naturally. No worries, as she stepped off the plane, heading inside the small airport to be taken to her villa.
