“I read the script Marcus sent you,” Sofia said, pouring tea into mismatched cups. “It’s garbage.”
“A former actress who decides to steal a painting from the museum that fired her from its docent program for being ‘too old for the patrons.’” Sofia grinned. “It’s a heist. A comedy. A gut-punch drama. And the three leads are between forty-eight and sixty-two.”
The room went silent. Diana reached over and squeezed Lena’s hand under the table.
“I read the script Marcus sent you,” Sofia said, pouring tea into mismatched cups. “It’s garbage.”
“A former actress who decides to steal a painting from the museum that fired her from its docent program for being ‘too old for the patrons.’” Sofia grinned. “It’s a heist. A comedy. A gut-punch drama. And the three leads are between forty-eight and sixty-two.”
The room went silent. Diana reached over and squeezed Lena’s hand under the table.