He raises an eyebrow. No one has ever dismissed his question like that.

She delivers the monologue—a heartbroken woman leaving her toxic lover. Raw. Unpolished. Real. When she finishes, the room is silent.

A tabloid leaks their relationship as “Katrina’s sister dates producer.” Isabel panics, pushes him away: “I’ll always be ‘and sister’.” He disappears for a week. Then, at her dance recital (her secret passion, not filmi dance but Kathak), he arrives unannounced. After her performance, he holds up a handwritten sign in the audience: “Isabel. Not ‘and sister.’ Just Isabel.”