Chapter Eight - Present

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The lights flashed like an avalanche. Serena stood between velvet ropes, cameras aimed like snipers. Her name was being screamed in twelve different directions. Flashbulbs erupted every half-second.

And then—

Questions.

“Serena! Is it true Aiden Wolfe requested you personally for this role?”

“Was Lucian Vale’s presence during filming intimidating—or inspiring?”

“Do you feel pressure stepping into the industry with that last name?”

“Any comment on the rumors about Seraphina’s original casting?”

“Do you think this film is part of a larger strategy for your image?”

“Do you think your mother would be proud?”

Each question more pointed. Each smile more loaded.

Serena kept walking.

Kept smiling.

She knew some of these questions came from narrative planted by Lucian for her image. Some from people who saw behind it. She won't answer. Not even to the last question.

Would her mother be proud? Serena preferred not to think about it.

Lucian was nowhere to be seen after leaving.