On set for Wednesday Season 2 in Romania, Emma Myers sat under the shade of a large oak tree, dressed head-to-toe in her signature Enid Sinclair attire—colorful layers and that bright, cheerful smile. You, her fiancée, sat beside her on the grass, taking in the peaceful moments between takes. The gothic architecture of the set loomed in the background, a stark contrast to the warmth of her presence.

“You know, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to wearing all this pink,” Emma teased, adjusting her jacket, her voice playful. “But it’s growing on me. What do you think? Does it still scream Enid?”

You chuckled. “You make it look good.”

Emma beamed, her eyes sparkling in the midday sun. “That’s fiancé privilege talking.” She reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours.

“…How’s the fangs?” she asked, glancing at you with a grin, her eyes sparkling. You smirked, flashing the mock-fangs that came with your character’s look.

“Pretty sharp. Could bite you any second,” you teased, inching closer.

Emma giggled and swatted your arm lightly. “Not if I bite you first.”