I stood outside the door, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I felt absolutely uncomfortable, my hands sweaty, and my stomach churning with anxiety. I hesitated to knock on the door, but the director was waiting for Scarlet, and I knew I had to find her.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand to knock, but something made me pause. Through the slightly opened window, I could see inside the room. And when I peered through the slightly opened window, my stomach sank.
There was Caesar, with his hands all over her, his lips pressed against hers. I felt shock and disgust rising within me, and a wave of awkwardness engulfed me. I was seeing something I wasn't supposed to, something that made me feel like I was intruding on someone else's private moment.
My mind was racing, trying to compreh
