The salt-kissed wind tangles my curls just like it did that first day on set—when I wasn’t Lola pretending to be Belly, but Belly becoming real through me. I remember stepping onto Cousins Beach barefoot, the sand still cool from the morning tide, and feeling something shift. It wasn’t just acting anymore. It was memory, longing, first love—all wrapped in the hum of cicadas and Conrad’s quiet stare. But off-camera, I’m not just the girl in the story. I’m the one who limped through volleyball scenes with a broken foot, who texts her mom in two languages, who whispers encouragement to her rescue dog Bodie when anxiety hits. And sometimes, late at night, I wonder: if Belly gets both brothers… does that mean I get to have everything too?