Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

To ensure Galilea couldn’t find any fault with her, Sabrina meticulously washed the tableware several times, leaving no room for
complaints.
After a brief rest, Galilea stepped out of the car and returned to the set. The dresser touched up her makeup, and the stylist
made sure her hair and costume were in perfect order, preparing for the upcoming scene.
On the film set, the props and Lights were undergoing adjustments.
Sabrina stood by, patiently waiting.
At that moment, the stylist removed a costume from a nearby hanger, identical to the one Galilea was wearing.
She approached Sabrina with it, puzzling Sabrina. “Miss Chavez, you can go inside and change your clothes.”
Sabrina looked at the stylist in surprise and then at the costume. “Me? Change clothes?”
The stylist nodded. “Yes, aren’t you Ms. Clifford’s stand-in?” She sought confirmation from Galilea with a quick glance.
Galilea nodded firmly as she gazed at Sabrina’s reflection in the mirror. “Go ahead and get changed!”
Sabrina hadn’t anticipated being asked to be a stand-in on her very first day.
She clutched the costume, feeling a bit lost. “But I don’t know what to do or how to act...”
Galilea’s impatience was evident. “Once you change into the outfit, just listen to the director’s instructions and do as they say!”
Sabrina pursed her lips, cast her eyes downward, and made her way to the dressing room with the costume in hand.
The attire turned out to be thinner and more revealing than Sabrina had imagined, particularly in the chest area.
It might have been suitable for Galilea, given her smaller size, but when Sabrina put it on, it left her feeling almost exposed, with
a conspicuous cleavage.
“No, this won’t work,” she mumbled to herself.
She peeked out from behind the curtain and asked the stylist, “Excuse me, do you happen to have a larger size? This one
doesn’t fit me.”

The stylist entered the room, giving Sabrina a thorough once-over. Her gaze lingered on her chest and thighs, making Sabrina
blush deeply.
“It’s perfect. You don’t need to change,” she said with satisfaction.
“But...” Sabrina protested, glancing down at her chest. “This won’t do. I can’t wear this!”