Isabelle left the house in a rush that morning. She hadn’t touched the breakfast laid on the table, nor had she spared a word of goodbye for Aimee. Her bag was slung hastily over her shoulder as she caught the first cab toward the city center, where Camille was already waiting.

The two met briefly, exchanged only a few words, and then drove together to the audition venue of Dynasty of Ashes. Isabelle had told Camille the day before, but since she had only received the script at the last ...