Later that morning, as Anna and Betty drove with Kevin toward the film set, she couldn't ignore the way her manager kept glancing at her from the passenger seat. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lingered on her far too long for her liking.
Without taking her gaze off the road, she sighed. "I know you're dying to ask, Kevin. So go ahead. Shoot."
Kevin's brows furrowed, and after a hesitant pause, he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. "Are you really… Hugo Bennett's daughter?"
Anna shot him a side glance, unimpressed. "It's all over the internet," she muttered dryly. "I'm sure you've seen it by now."
Her tone carried more exhaustion than irritation, but the question still stung.
For years, she had yearned for her father's acknowledgment — his love, his approval. But now that the world knew, the truth felt less like validation and more like a curse.
