Vanessa
The words "Mom! What are you doing here?" tumbled out before I could fully process the sight of her. Her usual impeccably tailored pantsuit was replaced by a loose-fitting floral dress that seemed to billow around her. A wide-brimmed sun hat shaded her face, its brown contrasting with the gold glinting on her wrist – a Rolex so big it would have looked gaudy on anyone else, yet somehow seemed perfectly at home on her.
Before she could answer, I couldn't help but notice the way her gaze lingered on my uniform, lingering a little longer on the name tag that proudly displayed 'Vanessa Spencer' in bold letters. A flicker of something – disappointment? Disdain? – crossed her face before she schooled her features into a tight smile.
"I should be the one asking you that question," she said, her voice laced with a cutting edge. "Is this the film set you said you were on? The one I shouldn't disturb you at?"
