More applause. Marilyn blushed and smiled shyly.
Then Weinstock did something that changed everything.
He looked toward María’s table. Their eyes met.
“And we also have international visitors tonight,” he said, smiling in a way that did not reach his eyes. “Actors from other countries who come to see how real work is done.”
Pause.
“Like Miss Félix from Mexico.”
María did not move, but something in her posture shifted.
“It must be difficult,” he continued with false compassion, “to see what can be achieved with the right resources, the right studios, the right talent.”
Uncomfortable laughter echoed from some tables.
“I’m sure Miss Félix would give anything for a chance here—to work with us, to be part of this. Perhaps one day, if she learns English well enough, loses that accent, understands how things work here.”
