Capítulo 206: Beneath the Spotlight of Judgment

The air on set was heavy with an awkward tension that could've been cut with a dull butter knife. Amara walked through the bustling chaos of the production crew like Moses parting the Red Sea, except instead of reverence, she was met with side-eyes, hushed whispers, and the occasional dramatic gasp.

"I feel like a middle school science experiment," she muttered under her breath. "Except everyone already thinks I blew up the lab."

[Correction: you're the frog they're about to dissect. Except this time, it's not for science it's for sport.]

Elara, walking beside her and effortlessly blending in with her aura of actual likability, suppressed a laugh and shot her a sympathetic look. "Just keep your head down. We'll survive this. Eventually."

Amara arched a brow. "You say 'we,' but let's be honest. You're the nation's sweetheart, and I'm the villain from a soap opera no one wanted to reboot."

Elara smirked. "Your words, not mine."