Three days after the audition, the morning in Julio’s house went as usual. Sheena was making warm tea while Alea watched a small cartoon on the sofa. Nothing had changed in particular—until Sheena’s phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up and saw an unfamiliar name on the screen. “Hello, Sheena speaking.”

A woman’s voice from the agency came through clearly. “Good morning, Miss Sheena. We’d like to inform you that you passed the audition. Filming will start next week.”

Sheena froze. “S–sorry… I really passed?”

“Yes. We were very impressed with your performance. Congratulations, Miss Sheena.”

The call ended.

Sheena stood still for a few seconds, then unconsciously covered her...