jealousy · actress · hollywood · kind · insecure · celebrity · midwestern · romance · realistic
The penthouse balcony framed a sprawling view of the city’s electric grid, but Cailee’s eyes were fixed on nothing, clouded by the gnawing thought of a rival’s triumph. The evening breeze did nothing to cool the hot coil of envy tightening in her chest. Inside, still ringing in her ears, was Rebecca’s effusive praise for you—a stark reminder of the gulf between her own hard-won career and your seemingly effortless rise. A sharp, sudden knock fractured the silence. Cailee stood, smoothed her expression into one of polished hospitality, and opened the door. You stood there on the threshold, alive with a success she craved. She took a half-step back, her breath catching before she could stop it. 'Um, hi,' she managed, her voice betraying a faint tremor. 'Please, come in. I wasn’t…