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The way he said look was a velvet knife. Mia stepped forward, the wheels of the camera dolly whirring to track her. She could feel the heat of the lights, the weight of thirty crew members’ impatience.

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The command was a release valve. Mia let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Around her, the Star Teen fashion and style gallery set buzzed like a disturbed hive. Stylists darted in with powder puffs and lint rollers. A producer barked into a headset. And at the center of it all, like a very young, very tan sun, was Kaelen Vance. The way he said look was a velvet knife

But her eyes caught Kaelen’s bored, judgmental stare. Then they dropped to his blazer—a calculated mess, as empty as a cereal box. And something in her chest, something that had survived four foster homes and a hundred sneers, refused to be bubbly. But Mia wasn’t done