Betty's POV. 

Three days back, I was already exhausted.Though the group preparation was relentless, the constant performance was. 

Every smile had to be measured. Every response is calculated. I was playing Betty, the girl I used to be, and it was draining me in ways I hadn't anticipated.

"Can we take a break?" Marcus groaned, dropping his head onto the desk. 

"I can't look at another mood board. My brain is melting."

"We're almost done with this section," Amara said, though even she ...