At sixty-four, Evelyn Vance was a rarity—a woman whose face was a map of every role she had ever played. In an industry that often treated aging like a slow-onset scandal, Evelyn had decided to stop hiding.
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As she stepped onto the red carpet, the flashes were rhythmic, like a heartbeat. Beside her stood Elena, a thirty-year-old starlet who was currently the "It Girl" of the season. Elena looked terrified, her posture stiff as if any sudden movement might crack her perfection.