Sophie stood near the corner of the studio lot, arms crossed, a scowl tugging at her perfectly glossed lips as the sleek black car rolled up to the curb. It wasn't just expensive looking. It screamed money, power, influence, all the things Sophie wanted for herself.
The tinted window slid down smoothly. Alice smiled, exchanged a few words with the driver, and slipped inside, the door shutting behind her with a muted, satisfying click.
Sophie's jaw clenched.
"I knew it," she muttered under her breath, loud enough for a few lingering crew members to hear. "Knew she had someone powerful in her corner. That explains everything."
She wasn't expecting anyone to respond, so when a familiar voice joined in, cool and laced with amusement, Sophie startled.
"I always knew something was off about that girl," Greta said, heels clicking against the pavement as she approached. Her sunglasses sat perched on her head, dark eyes glinting with interest. "Alice, was it?"
