Anna didn't linger on the conversation from the night before.
Somewhere between Daniel's quiet reassurance and the way he'd held her as they fell asleep, she had received the answer she needed—not clarity, but comfort. And for now, that was enough.
So when morning came, she carried on.
Her mansion buzzed with energy as her manager arrived bright and early, armed with a tablet, a laptop, and the unmistakable grin of someone who smelled success.
The trailer was out. And it was doing numbers.
Anna sat at the dining table, staring at the growing pile of printed scripts, endorsement proposals, and a glossy tabloid Kevin had dramatically placed right in front of her.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
"…Is this all for me?"
Kevin beamed. "Every last one."
She slowly picked up the tabloid, squinting at the bold headline splashed across the cover.
ANNA BENNETT: THE FRESH FACE TAKING OVER CINEMA
"Oh no," she muttered. "They spelled my name right. This is serious."
