Meanwhile, inside the Stewart household, the atmosphere around the dinner table was anything but peaceful.
Fredrick Stewart's brows drew together in disapproval as he set down his fork, watching his daughter, Fiona, stare blankly at her phone. The food on her plate remained untouched.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat pointedly, glancing at his wife across the table.
Ester caught the cue immediately, her smile tight but gentle as she turned to her daughter. "Fiona, sweetheart, why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your taste?"
Fiona blinked, snapped from her thoughts. "Oh—no, Mom. The food's fine," she said quickly, forcing a smile. "I'm just… going through my feeds. The poster for my new movie launched two days ago, remember? Ever since then, my phone hasn't stopped buzzing. Every other brand wants me to be their endorser."
Her tone was nonchalant, but the glimmer in her eyes was anything but excitement. It was calculation.
