"Miss Anna, the star of the table read."
Wilsmith's voice carried warmth as he joined them, pride written all over his face. "You didn't just impress me—you impressed everyone here. I'm certain Olivia will be the character audiences will remember long after the credits roll."
Anna flushed faintly but managed a polite smile. His words carried weight, especially coming from a director she respected.
Wilsmith had already believed in her talent after the audition, but today she had gone beyond even his expectations. She had outshone veterans, proved she wasn't just another debutant scrambling for a place—she belonged here.
"I must agree with Mr. Wilsmith," Fiona's syrupy voice cut in as she joined them, her heels clicking like daggers on marble. "Miss Anna did impress… despite going completely haze for a moment. But still, for a newcomer, you did well. Isn't that right, Ethan?"
Her smile was sharp, but Ethan didn't even glance at her. His eyes stayed fixed on Anna, steady and sure.
