But Roxie doesn’t laugh. She stares at Mara like she’s seen her before—in a green room, fifteen years ago, when Mara was fourteen and already a shark in pigtails.

Mara breaks first. “I didn’t mean it, Roxie. I’m scared too. I’ve been acting since I was six. I don’t know who I am without a script.”

Kai leaves the feast. Leo follows him. Not to comfort—to film. Leo’s phone was confiscated on Day 1, but he’s been drawing sketches of everyone’s low moments. A future exposé.

Mara hears Kai: “She’d sell her mother for a sponsorship deal.”