CHAPTER FORTY - EIGHT
Juana's expression darkened, her voice low and dangerous. "I once had a passion for the movie industry...years ago.
But that passion died when someone stole my spotlight, took everything I worked for, and pushed me out of my acting career." Her eyes flickered with malice.
"And I swear, she'll pay for it."
Rafael finished signing his name, noticing how far she had wandered into her thoughts.
He capped the pen and handed it back.
"Well, I'll be on my way now," he said with a nonchalant tone.
Juana opened her mouth, "Uhh..." but Rafael was already walking away.
She gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath,
"Of course, you didn't even wait to hear my story. Now I have to beg for your autograph like a fool—and it's all her fault! She'll regret this."
Just then, the production assistant rushed in, her hands full of papers.
She approached Juana with a sense of urgency.
