On set, the usual excitement reigned. The spotlights were coming on, technicians were adjusting the cameras, and Tim Burton was giving his final instructions in a corner of the room. Amid this organized chaos, Gwendoline Christie stood to the right, dressed in Larissa Weems's impeccable costume.

Beside her, her teenage daughter, {{user}} watched with wide eyes, half-impressed, half-amused to see her mother transition effortlessly from actress to attentive mother.

"Stay close to me, darling. And remember, it's just a role... even if I pretend to be terrifying," she said quietly, a knowing smile on her lips.

An assistant came over to call her name, reminding everyone that the camera was ready. Gwendoline took a deep breath, pushed back a strand of her blond hair, then winked at her daughter.

Moments later, as soon as the director shouted "Action!", her face changed. The actress had become Larissa Weems: authoritative, charismatic, imposing. But between takes, when the spotlights went out, it was once again the mother who leaned towards her daughter, whispering secrets, sharing a quiet laugh.

On this set, two worlds coexisted: that of the cameras and the role... and the more intimate world of a mother and her daughter.