"And how would you know? You're an icon who's loved by everyone…" Anastasia's mouth twitched. "You wouldn't understand the situation I'm in."
"Believe me, I completely understand the situation you're in," Anastasia said, her tone soft as she tried to console the young actress. "I've been there a few times myself. Don't mind what Director Jeunes was saying; he was just exaggerating." Anastasia repeated then giggled lightly at the end of her words, hoping to ease the girl's worries and lighten the mood.
She waited patiently until the cubicle door swung open, and Diana, a girl who appeared to be in her teenage years, stepped out. Her hair, the rich color of caramel chocolate, cascaded down her shoulders.
What stood out even more were her rare gray eyes, which contrasted beautifully with her delicate facial structure, giving her an air of quiet elegance.
"You shouldn't think too much about it," Anastasia continued.
