"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Abigaile raised her phone in anger, but remembering it was brand new, she instead slammed it down on the bed.
"You're just a flash in the pan, no respect for your seniors. People like you fade away fast."
Relying on the COS filter, men her age always treated her with utmost respect.
It was like playing Truth or Dare, confessing her feelings to some random nerdy guy who just responded with "Oh" and walked away.
It was infuriating.
"Don't think you're something special!"
"Ding-dong!" Her phone suddenly buzzed with a message in the corner of the bed.
Abigaile lunged for it, hoping it was Ethan. She unlocked the phone, but her smile faded and impatience flickered in her eyes when she saw it wasn't him.
She quickly typed, "Mom, I've told you so many times, breaking into showbiz isn't easy, and I can't just arrange roles for relatives and friends!"