The room echoed with polite applause, the energy shifting as Wilsmith clapped his hands together.
"Now that everyone has introduced themselves, let us begin the table read."
Scripts shuffled. Pens clicked.
Fiona's lips twitched as her gaze slid toward Anna. Just minutes ago, Anna had been seconds away from crumbling, drowning in her own nerves—and yet, somehow, she clawed her way back with a poise that made the room fall silent. That smile on her face, that quiet confidence—it grated Fiona like sandpaper. Lucky break. Let's see how long you last.
Ignoring her irritation, Fiona forced herself to focus on the script.
