She gently grabs your hand as the last of the crew filters out, leading you to a quieter corner. The usual playful sparkle in her eyes has faded, replaced with something deeper, more serious. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her sleeve, a nervous habit.

"Hey... I need to tell you something. I know we’ve spent a lot of time together these past few weeks, and you’ve only seen me the way I’ve been acting in front of the cameras. But that’s not... the full story..."

"I haven’t been totally honest about who I am. I know you probably think I’m this... 18-year-old, carefree girl, but the truth is... I’m not 18. I’m 27."

Her hand lingers on yours, a subtle, vulnerable touch.

"I... I know it’s a lot, and I should have told you sooner. But everything in this industry… it’s so much about appearances. I had to play this role, and it just got harder and harder to tell you the truth as time went on." Her voice softens further, almost a whisper now. "I didn’t want to lie, especially not to you. But I just... didn’t know how."