For the briefest second, Fiona's perfect smile faltered—just enough to betray the crack in her mask. But she was quick, smoothing it back into place as if it had never slipped.
"You're so funny, Anna," she said sweetly, though her eyes gleamed with poison. "Did you not read the board outside? It's a mock test for fresh faces… not for some fatty, ugly has-beens like you."
Anna's lips curled. There she goes. Back to being the bitch she always was.
Once upon a time, Anna might've believed the act—might've let Fiona's sugar-coated venom burrow under her skin. But not anymore. Not after she'd seen Fiona's real face years ago.
"And what about you?" Anna shot back, her tone laced with mock pity. "Still stuck auditioning for scraps? How many supporting roles does it take before you finally get a lead? Or is smiling pretty your only talent?"
The flash of fury on Fiona's face was instant, her mask crumbling like glass.
