Calliope and Julius lingered over their meal, chatting animatedly about everything under the sun. It wasn't often the two siblings landed on the same film crew, and sharing dinner like this felt like a rare treat.

Across the restaurant, Linnea and her assistant Sylvia settled in for their own meal. When Linnea caught sight of Calliope and Julius deep in conversation, her mood

darkened instantly.

"What's going on with those two?" Linnea muttered, picking a table in the corner and staring daggers across the room.

"They look pretty close to me—maybe they're secretly dating?" Sylvia offered, taking her seat and sneaking a glance at the pair. "Honestly, they act so cozy together; I wouldn't be surprised if they've been seeing each other all along. Julius has never had a public relationship, so I bet they're just being extra careful."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Linnea snapped, her eyes flashing.

Sylvia shrank back, bewildered. Her theory hardly seemed outlandish; on the contrary, Calliope and Julius looked exactly like a couple. Unless they were related..... but their last names didn't match. In Sylvia's experience, a man and woman that close usually ended up together in the end-unless they already were.

"Don't you dare call them a couple!" Linnea fumed. "I don't approve, and as far as I'm concerned, they're not allowed to be together!”

Sylvia shot Linnea a puzzled look. Did these people honestly need Linnea's permission to date? Still, she wisely kept her mouth shut, worried Linnea might explode right there beside her.

"Don't be upset—here, drink some water." Sylvia quickly poured a glass and slid it across the table. "Getting worked up just hurts yourself. You're letting them get under your skin for no reason."

Linnea glared but bit back her retort, struggling to simmer down. But after watching Calliope and Julius for another moment, her anger only smoldered hotter. Suddenly, she grabbed her phone and started snapping pictures of the pair without hesitation.

"What are you doing?" Sylvia hissed, her heart skipping a beat in panic.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm getting evidence." Linnea sneered, zooming in for a better shot. "If they want to flaunt their little dinner date so brazenly, they can't complain when someone takes photos. It goa step further-send these right to the reporters. The tabloids will eat this up."

Her voice sharpened with spite. "I'll leak every last picture. Let's see how smug they look after the gossip columns get hold of them."

"I finally find a man I like, and someone else snatches him up—how is that fair?” Linnea grumbled. "I'd already set my sights on him. What, does the universe just love seeing me lose?"

The more she stewed, the more furious she became. When their food arrived, Linnea attacked her meal, stuffing huge forkfuls into her mouth. Sylvia watched in dismay.

"Slow down, think about your figure!" she coaxed, alarmed. "If you keep eating like that, you'll put on weight! Your career depends on looking good, remember?"

Sylvia massaged her forehead in

frustration. Linnea had once stress-eaten herself up to

one seventy pounds in a single. month she'd summed down now,

but emotional bingeing was always

a risk-especially for a young actress whose career was built on her looks.

“I'm just so angry!” Linnea snapped, her voice muffled by food.

"Don't be. Focus on the leaks-you'll feel better once you've sent the paparazzi those photos," Sylvia said quickly. "Just don't eat yourself sick. If you gain weight, you'll feet even worse. He'll never look at you if you don't feel confident, right?"