"Ready—" the assistant director called out. "And… action!"
The set fell silent as Anna slipped effortlessly into character, her posture calm, her steps measured, the embodiment of poise and quiet confidence. But beneath the surface, a faint unease stirred in her chest, the kind of instinctive warning she had learned never to ignore.
Across from her, Fiona's smile widened — that perfect, saccharine curve of her lips that didn't reach her eyes.
The scene began smoothly.
Anna walked into the light, her every movement graceful and fluid. Ethan followed, his voice steady and warm, effortlessly drawing attention with his natural charm.
Everything looked seamless — almost too seamless.
Fiona's turn came next. Her lines were flawless, her expression perfect for the camera, but there was something in the way her eyes tracked Anna — a quiet, calculating glint that didn't belong in the scene.
