The television studio blazed with dazzling lights. Crew members rushed back and forth, arranging the guest chairs, adjusting microphones, checking cameras. Off-screen, the online world was already waiting—ready to devour every word that would be spoken that night.

Liora sat in the dressing room, her face flawlessly made up. Soft red lipstick, an elegant black dress—she looked untouchable, like a star. But in the wide mirror, she saw a different reflection: eyes full of hesitation.

Her fingers twisted the hem of her skirt, cold and trembling.

On the corner monitor, a news segment replayed Vania’s tense face from the recent press conference. The voice-over cut deep:

> “Is Vania truly...