She hung up and stared at her reflection in the sliding glass door. The lines around her eyes were roadmaps of forgotten premieres. Her body, still strong but softer, no longer fit the superhero spandex or the rom-com sundresses. Hollywood had a voracious appetite, but it had no taste for women who had lived past forty.
“It’s work, Lena.”
The Q&A was a blur. But one question cut through. dripping wet milf
“I read the script Marcus sent you,” Sofia said, pouring tea into mismatched cups. “It’s garbage.” She hung up and stared at her reflection