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plat!
Gabriella swiveled around as a snowball landed squarely on her shoulder blades. Grinning, she dug her gloves into the rich, white blanket covering the Rhodope, preparing to shoot a snowball back at the girls.
Rina was right about filming on the snow-covered mountains, Gabriella thought. She smiled as she watched the giggling girls hopping in the deep snow, tiny against the breathtaking scenery. Coordinated freestyle was what Rina called the choreography, and though Connor kept grumbling about the sun glare on the bright snow, everyone else seemed to be having a blast.
Well, almost everyone.
“Stop!” Rina’s shrill voice, magnified by the mountainous echo, made Gabriella jump. Connor, who’d finally gotten the go-ahead from his lighting guy, gesticulated in annoyance.
“Girls, you look like robots! Some life, please?”
