Meanwhile, Anna returned to the set, feeling far more refreshed than she had that morning. But the moment she stepped into the hallway leading to the studios, she froze.
Because the first person she saw was Fiona.
Or rather—what was left of her.
Fiona looked like a ghost that crawled out of a ditch. Hair frizzy, mascara smudged, neck stiff, and dark circles heavy under her eyes. She walked as if every muscle in her body had filed a complaint.
"She looks bad," Anna muttered under her breath.
"She asked for it," Kevin and Betty said in perfect unison, completely unapologetic.
Anna shot them both a look. "You two don't even pretend to have sympathy?"
"Nope," Betty said cheerfully.
"Not even a drop," Kevin added, arms crossed.
