Liliana still had her full makeup on, the dramatic contouring and bold eye shadow indicating she'd just finished a photoshoot. Her gold hair was pulled back in an elaborate updo, and her expression shifted from professional neutrality to genuine curiosity when she recognized the caller.
"Is something wrong?"
"L-lily," Catalina said, her voice stuttering despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "Are you alone?"
Liliana's eyes narrowed, hearing this. She glanced around the room she was in. It was some kind of dressing room or makeup studio, based on the lights and mirrors visible in the background.
Without a word, she turned and made a sharp gesture.
Through the display, Catalina watched as staff members and a harried-looking manager scrambled to exit the room. Liliana's authority as Maxwell Corporation's exclusive model was absolute in these spaces, and no one dared question her silent command.
Within moments, the room was empty save for Liliana herself.
