Julian finally turned toward Selena, but his gaze was so hollow it sent a shiver down her spine. "Go home, Selena. You shouldn't be here without a management escort," he said flatly before rolling up the car window, leaving her standing frozen as rage boiled within her on the windswept set.
Under the grand, oppressive glow of the studio lights, Scarlett fought to steady her breathing. Julian's presence in the distance was a jagged distraction, but she knew the cameras were feasting on every inch of her expression.
"Remember, Scarlett," Sean whispered, his voice low and grounding as he positioned himself for the next shot. "Act as if he doesn't exist. This world belongs to us now. The internet is already losing its mind over yesterday's lobby photos; let's give them something real to talk about."
