Silence fell heavy inside the changing room as the door clicked shut behind them.
The mask dropped immediately.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" Anna asked, her tone calm but laced with quiet suspicion. She'd played the role of the polite daughter well enough outside, but now that they were alone, the façade was no longer needed.
She knew her mother too well. Rosiline Bennett didn't "drop by" without reason — especially not on a film set.
Rosiline didn't answer right away. Instead, she placed the glass of water she had been holding back onto the vanity table and slowly looked around the room, her sharp eyes scanning every corner.
"I hope you've had cameras installed," she said finally, adjusting the fall of her scarf. "You'll need them for security purposes."
Her gaze returned to Anna, cool and assessing.
