A few days later, the studio where the shooting took place was bustling. Crew members moved back and forth carrying lights, backdrop cloths, and makeup equipment. Sheena stood in front of a large dressing-room mirror, accompanied by a professional makeup artist carefully polishing her face.

“Lift your chin a little, Miss Sheena. Ah, sorry… soon you won’t be Sheena anymore, I suppose,” the makeup artist joked.

Sheena gave a small smile. “Yes. After this I’ll be using a different name.”

“What name?” the makeup artist asked curiously.

“Hellena Catrine.”

The makeup artist paused briefly, then smiled widely. “Wow, that’s really nice. It has a strong international feel. Are you sure...