She locked the room door and stepped out of the dress, walking to the washroom she removed the make-up and cleaned her face. She looked at the reflection staring back at her from the mirror, the woman without make-up. The real her. She loved this woman. The woman who had come from a small town to achieve her dreams. The woman she had become, did not like all this. Did not like the things she had to do, wear the clothes she had to wear.  All this had started to annoy her. She hated fake smiles and now all her smiles were fake. It had been a long time since she had smiled for real reasons, reasons that made her happy. She missed that smile. She was exhausted when she entered her room on the sets where she was shooting. The couch was inviting, all she wanted to do was get out of the revealing dress she was wearing, wash off the make-up and lay down on the couch. However, there were a couple of things she had to take care of, before retiring for the day.  She had a meeting with th...