Three days after her quiet trip to the mountain lake with Stephen, Sylvaniah returned completely to her professional schedule. The peaceful calm her husband had so carefully built around her during their day away still lingered in her chest, shielding her from the chaotic noise of the entertainment industry.
Her daily agenda immediately became exhausting once again. There were endless costume fittings, high-fashion magazine shoots, corporate endorsement meetings, and demanding promotional interviews for Love in Eternal Frost.
Somewhere between those endless obligations, her talent manager suddenly called her into the agency's executive office for an urgent, unscheduled discussion.
"Sylvaniah, take a seat," her manager instructed, placing a thick, dark manuscript directly onto the glass table between them. "I want you to prepare an audition for this specific project."
Sylvaniah lowered her sunglasses, her hazel eyes scanning the bold typography printed across the title leaf.
