Write a detailed continuation to this story. With a few visual tricks to disguise the extent of the transformation, Emily did a great job of embodying her character, a girl who found confidence and acceptance despite not being traditionally beautiful. She even won a film award for her convincing performance. Sure, some people were unhappy, but overall, the final part of the franchise was well received. For Emily, it was a valuable experience, proving that her looks do not limit her talent (but no one can stop journalists from writing about her as the "potential sex symbol of the century"). When choosing between offers, she does not neglect roles that take advantage of her stunning appearance, but also strives to play complex, three-dimensional characters.

"“How did it come to this?” sighed Andrew Horner, the film’s director, running his hands through his already disheveled hair. His face bore the unmistakable tension of a man juggling artistic integrity, public scrutiny, and a precarious production budget.

The conversation was taking place in a windowless, dimly-lit room, the kind that could belong to any nondescript office. Yet around the table sat influential individuals embroiled in a uniquely Hollywood dilemma. On Andrew’s left was Lauren, the film’s producer, a no-nonsense woman with a sharp suit to match her sharp tongue. Across from her sat Victor Kane, the young actress’s seasoned and self-assured agent, leaning back with the casual poise of someone used to negotiating under pressure.

Andrew tapped the script sitting in front of him, the pages dog-eared and scrawled with notes. "We crafted this character to be an outsider, someone who struggles to be seen as more than just her body type—a message the books’ readers deeply connect with. Emily… well, Emily doesn’t remotely resemble that anymore. She’s grown into someone audiences are going to pay attention to for all the wrong reasons."

The issue lay with Emily Porter, the teenage actress who had been with the franchise since its inception six years ago. When cast at the age of twelve, Emily perfectly embodied the story’s supporting character—a sweet yet awkward, consistently underestimated girl who eventually proves her worth not through looks, but through her loyalty and courage. Over the years, audiences had watched her on-screen and off, growing up alongside the character she played.

But Emily’s recent transformation was the elephant in the room. At seventeen, puberty had not so much come calling as crashed into her life with an almost vengeful dominance. The changes to her physique were so dramatic that tabloid outlets had begun running salacious side-by-side comparisons of her early red carpet photos to her latest appearances at publicity events. And with production on the long-delayed franchise finale scheduled to begin in just a few months, a reckoning was inevitable.

Lauren clicked her pen against the table, her brow furrowed. "Andrew, I understand what you're saying, but let’s be honest here—we’re in a mess no matter how we approach this. If we recast her, fans are going to riot. She’s been playing this role for years, and there’s no one else they’ll accept. It’ll look like she’s being punished for something completely out of her control, and we’ll also violate her contract. Do you have any idea what kind of lawsuit Victor will throw at us?"

Victor smiled vaguely, his expression unreadable. He had been primarily silent thus far, content to let the producer and director wrestle with the problem. But now, he leaned forward, speaking with an air of calculated diplomacy. "Lauren’s absolutely right. Emily has contractual protections, and beyond that, I’d argue this is a pivotal moment for her career. Yes, she looks different—stunning, frankly—but isn’t this the kind of challenge we want actresses to tackle? She’s worked hard for years, and more than anything, she wants to prove she’s more than just her looks."

Andrew suppressed a groan. "No one’s doubting her talent, Victor. She’s fantastic. But audiences are going to notice the mismatch. We could risk them comparing her to a pin-up caricature rather than seeing the vulnerable underdog. People connected with the character in the books because they saw themselves in her struggles."

Victor shrugged nonchalantly. "And you’re assuming audiences can’t suspend their disbelief? Have some faith in Emily’s performance. She doesn’t need to look exactly like the character from the novels to convey her essence. Frankly, it sounds to me like you’re more hung up on her appearance than anyone else will be."

The tension at the table sharpened, but Lauren cut in before the argument could escalate. "Let’s table the personal stuff for a minute," she said. Her pragmatism was both her strength and her Achilles’ heel—she could slice through the noise but sometimes stumbled in delicately handling creative concerns. "We keep Emily. That’s non-negotiable. What we need is to figure out how we mitigate the visual shock factor. Special effects makeup, prosthetics, wardrobe adjustments. Heck, CGI if we have to. It’s going to eat into the budget, but it beats a recast or reshoots."

Andrew frowned, but he nodded reluctantly. "That’s an option, though not an ideal one. The story’s themes hinge on shedding superficial judgments. If we use makeup or costuming to hide who Emily is now, doesn’t that send the opposite message?"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "And so does pretending like she hasn’t changed. Come on, Andrew. You’re a director—your job is to make it believable. Emily is still Emily, and the character is still the character. You’re talented enough to pull this off."

"But what about the script?" Andrew pushed back. "Do we address it? Acknowledge the change somehow?"

For the first time in the meeting, Victor looked uneasy. "I’d tread carefully with that," he said. "Calling attention to her appearance could easily backfire. The focus needs to stay on her acting, not on some meta-commentary about her looks."

"And what if the fans don’t buy it?" Andrew countered. "The diehards are already suspicious after Emily missed a few promotional tours last year. They’ll rip us to shreds online the second they think we’re compromising the integrity of the source material."

Lauren sighed, rubbing her temples. "We’re going to get shredded no matter what. That’s the reality. But I think there’s a compromise here. Keep the story focused on the character’s internal journey, make a few subtle script tweaks if necessary, and trust Emily to carry the emotional weight. We downplay the physical aspect as much as we can. Between costuming and her performance, we can thread the needle."

Victor nodded, seemingly satisfied. "And Emily needs to be involved in this conversation. She’s old enough to have a say, and she deserves to know how you’re planning to move forward."

Andrew hesitated. He wasn’t thrilled about making concessions, but he could see the logic. "Fine. We’ll set a meeting with her. If she’s willing to work with us, I’ll figure out how to make it work on-screen. But this is going to be an uphill battle."

The group spent the next hour hashing out logistics, discussing costume designers and possible VFX consultations while brainstorming subtle ways to adapt the character’s arc without betraying the spirit of the novels. Eventually, they reached a tentative plan, though it was clear no one left the room entirely satisfied.

As the others filed out, Andrew lingered, flipping through the battered script once more. The story deserved to be told in all its messy, heartfelt glory, but he couldn’t shake the nagging worry that the off-screen controversy would eclipse the narrative itself. Still, he had to believe in Emily. She had grown up before his eyes, and if anyone could embody resilience in the face of judgment, it was her.

The freight train of puberty might have arrived at her station unannounced, but Emily Porter was still standing on the platform, ready to board the next stage of her life. Whether the audience would follow her remained to be seen."