Charlbi, my girl. Do you remember when we first met? The second I walked into the make-up room you got up from your chair and hugged me like we were long lost friends. That was it for me. My anxiety over meeting the cast (especially you) for the first time was terrifying. I saw your photos on insta and I saw this perfect-looking, take-no-prisoners, fierce bad ass. I was so wrong. You turned out to be the sweetest, most caring, kind, thoughtful, and empathetic person I’d ever met. I never ever had to pretend nor hide my true self around you, nor mince my words nor act like I didn’t have an opinion about everything. God knows I lack tact but you accepted that as much as you welcomed every other person around you. Because that’s who you are - beautiful not just on the surface but also inside your big, beautiful heart. Thank you for sharing your blessed soul with us, for checking in while I was in transit going into my second leg of filming, for easing my mind when I was having irrational paranoid thoughts, for constantly asking how my kids were doing, for being the first to congratulate me when anything good happened to me, for reassuring me that you got me while we were on that 200-foot drop, for being my cheer leader, and most of all for being you. I had the best time making Triangle of Sadness and you’re one of the reasons why. You know that. This big, gaping hole in my heart may never mend. It hurts so so much and I’ll never be ready to say goodbye. So I’ll just see you around the corner. In the meantime, don’t finish all the fries and chocolates, okay? Save some for me. We will always have Trollhättan, Playa Chiliadou and Cannes. I miss you.