Page 117 of Set me Free

Despite everything, Creed and I had found our rhythm. He was back in Phoenix for training camp, but he never missed a moment with his baby girl. FaceTime calls every night, making trips out whenever he could. We had learned how to co-parent without crossing lines—even when we both wanted to. Even when our eyes lingered too long, when the tension crackled in the air between us.

But we stuck to our agreement. No blurred lines. No more confusion. Just two people raising their kids together.

I had no idea my life was about to shift again.

I sat in a sleek conference room in Beverly Hills, a floor-to-ceiling glass wall showcasing the hazy LA skyline in the distance. Across from me were Dan Folgers and Marissa Machovski, two of the executive producers of Birds of a Feather.

To my left, my mother. Sienna sat with her legs crossed, exuding elegance, power, and ease. She wore an emerald green pantsuit, her curls framing her face, her energy commanding the entire space. I was used to seeing her like this. The icon. The actress. The mogul. But sitting beside her now, as her peer, felt surreal.

Dan clasped his hands together, leaning forward with a smile.

"Serenity, your arc on the show was one of the most well-received storylines in the last three seasons," he said. "The audience loved you, the critics praised your performance, and honestly… you proved a lot of people wrong.”

My brows lifted. “People doubted me?”

Marissa laughed. “Oh, definitely. Not us, of course. But you came into this as an unknown actress with no experience,following in your mother’s footsteps, playing her younger self. That’s a lot of pressure.”

I swallowed. They weren’t wrong.

When I first stepped on set, I felt like an imposter. I had no business being there. No real training. But then… something clicked. And now, I couldn’t imagine not acting.

Dan’s smile widened. “That’s why we want to take it a step further.”

Marissa slid a manila folder across the table toward me. “We’re developing a prequel,” she announced. “A spin-off based entirely on young Dailie Chevalier. Your character.”

My stomach flipped. Sienna smirked beside me, already knowing how I’d react.

“A prequel?” I repeated, slowly opening the folder. Inside was a mock-up title card with the words:

THE COVEN

Dan nodded. “A full series. Ten episodes for the first season. You’d be the lead.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“You’d be the star, Serenity,” Marissa said. “We’d center the show around young Dailie and her sisters Elle and Frankie.”

A thousand emotions rushed through me. Excitement. Shock. Fear. This was real.

“I—” I exhaled, trying to process. “Where would the show film?”

“We’re deciding between Atlanta and LA.”

I shook my head immediately.

“I need you to strongly consider LA,” I told them. “I want my daughter to have stability. I’ll travel when necessary, but LA is home.”

Dan and Marissa exchanged glances before nodding.

“We can make that work,” Marissa confirmed.

“And one more thing,” I added. “I want to help with casting.”

Dan raised a brow. “You want to help cast your sisters?”

I nodded. “I need good chemistry with them. I won’t do it if the casting isn’t right.”

Marissa grinned. “We were hoping you’d want to be hands-on.”

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