Anna was back on set, resuming her shoot. Despite the buzz swirling around her name, she felt strangely at ease. No one brought up her personal life; everyone was focused on their work, and that alone grounded her.
But across the room, someone was burning holes into her back with pure rage.
Fiona.
Her expression was stiff, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. She had been digging nonstop ever since Venus—her manager whispered that Daniel had once come to pick Anna up and the two had left together in his car.
Since then, Fiona had tried everything—snooping through rumors, digging online, bribing people on set, and even stalking social media but she found nothing concrete. Not a single detail she could use to confirm something was happening between Anna and Daniel.
And then the internet exploded with the photos of Anna's mysterious boyfriend, making her even more popular overnight.
Fiona's nails dug into her palm.
