Claire's POV
I was sitting in the waiting area, holding my number tightly, waiting for my turn to audition. My heart was racing, but I pushed all my nerves aside and focused on the script in my hands. This was my moment, and I couldn't let anything distract me.
However, silly Sissy was still going crazy over Damian Storme. She was practically bouncing in her seat, gushing about how dreamy he was. I rolled my eyes and decided to avoid her altogether. I needed all my attention on this.
"The script is amazing," I muttered under my breath, flipping through the pages again. "I just don't understand why there are so many people here for such a small role!" The room was packed, and the low hum of chatter around me wasn't helping my concentration.
I was deeply engrossed in the lines, trying to picture how I'd deliver each one, when I heard a familiar voice. My head snapped up, and I froze. It was her. Susan.
Why the hell was she here?
