Later that morning, Anna arrived at the set and got herself ready for her shot. Everything felt normal until she spotted Fiona, and her steps slowed instinctively. The sight alone reminded her of last night and all the trouble she had caused.
Anna studied her carefully. Fiona had not said a word. No accusations. No dramatic confrontation.
Maybe she doesn't remember calling me, Anna thought. If she did, I would already be facing a public scene. The fact that Fiona was silently enduring the trolling felt less like anger and more like mercy. Or forgetfulness.
Meanwhile, Fiona was doing her best to ignore the countless eyes following her every move. It was not just the online trolling weighing on her, but also the growing crisis surrounding her father's company, all sparked by her own reckless interaction with the media.
She sat in front of the mirror, obsessively dabbing concealer onto her face.
