Fiona Keating picked up a mirror and looked at her face, red and swollen from the slap. It throbbed with a burning pain.
She sighed softly and nodded at the makeup artist, signaling for her to start reapplying her makeup.
"Fiona, did you do something to offend Redgrave? I feel like he's targeting you."
The makeup artist was on pretty good terms with Fiona Keating, so she couldn't help but ask.
Fiona Keating shook her head with a bitter expression, looking as if she were suffering in silence. "It's nothing. I can bear it."
"Why don't you go have a proper talk with Redgrave? It's so swollen, even foundation won't be able to cover it up. You two still have a lot of scenes together. You can't just keep enduring it, right?"
Fiona Keating looked up, her expression conflicted. She glanced at Zachary Redgrave, who was sitting in a chair drinking coffee, and hesitated for a few seconds before standing up. "Alright, then. I'll go try."
