Two Halves of a Star

At Lamey Country

"You look absolutely wasted. Sober up, will you? The press conference is this morning, and you can't go in looking like this!" Renzo scolded.

Carla ignored him, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge. She'd been drinking all night, unable to sleep as Alexander's cold words echoed in her mind, each one stinging deeply.

She sat down and glanced at Renzo. "You worry too much. I'll be fine by the press conference," she muttered, scrolling through her tablet to check the details her manager had sent on Rain Clayton, every piece of information they could gather.

Carla's eyes narrowed as she read, her brow lifting in disdain. "Her family's a mess! How can Alexander and even Uncle Rock overlook that? I don't see anything special here except her looks and the fact that she's a prosecutor," she grumbled, her tone bitter.