Manila, 2001 In the chaos of makeup brushes, studio lights, and background chatter, Clara Santiaguel stood at the edge of the stage, scanning her script calmly like the world wasn’t pulling her in a dozen directions. She didn’t wear designer heels or flashy earrings. Just a navy-blue blouse, fitted jeans,…
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