GILDA’S POV
“Jane, not today,” I said sharply. “I don’t have the energy or time for the madness you enjoy creating.”
I pushed past her again without waiting for a response.
At that moment, I genuinely did not care if she stumbled, fell, or embarrassed herself. Whatever happened to her was no longer my concern. I had carried her cruelty on my shoulders for far too long.
I entered my room and shut the door behind me, finally breathing freely. My hands trembled slightly as I dropped the shopping bags on the bed and began pulling the clothes out one after another.
This was real.
I was officially attached to a film label.
The weight of that truth settled slowly, beautifully. There was no better news in the world. Nothing else compared to this moment, nothing Jane said, nothing Vera threa
