"Finally… I get a moment to breathe," Anna sighed, slumping back against the car seat.
She rolled her shoulders, exhaustion evident on her face. "I never realized being a celebrity could be this draining."
Kevin, seated in the front, glanced at her through the rearview mirror and chuckled. "You've only just begun, Anna, and you're already worn out. Just wait until you really take off—there's no turning back after that."
Betty, sitting beside her, nodded in agreement. "Sir Kevin is right, Big Sis. That's why you need to eat properly. You can't afford to collapse halfway through your rise."
"…Is that really a concern right now?" Kevin asked casually.
Anna shot him a sharp glare.
"My mistake," he said instantly, lifting his hands in surrender and pretending to zip his lips. But the seriousness returned just as quickly. "Still, there's something we need to talk about."
Anna raised a brow.
