Carla's movie had become a global sensation, cementing her place as a superstar. The accolades poured in, her fan base skyrocketed, and the industry buzzed with her name. Yet, despite the glittering success, an emptiness lingered beneath her polished facade.
Renzo, her ever-observant manager, studied her as they settled into the comfort of her private car after a whirlwind mall tour and autograph signing. "What's with the face? Isn't this everything you've ever wanted? The fame, the recognition?" he asked pointedly.
"I'm happy, Renzo," Carla replied, her tone flat.
Renzo raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Now you suck at acting," he quipped, leaning back in his seat. Carla didn't respond, releasing a long, weary sigh instead. Weeks had passed since her return, and the impatience gnawed at her. Everything was in place, but one key piece was still out of reach.
