They never returned to the mansion. But every June, they send each other a postcard of a generic swimming pool. On the back, they always write the same thing: "More splash. Less soul."
“No,” Margo said. Flat. Final.
“I’m not here for the fame,” Lila confessed. “I’m here to prove I can be seen as something other than a brain.” Playboy-s Sexy Summer Girls 2012
No one knew that the real story was printed in the margins of a discarded proof sheet, found later in the trash. On the back, in Lila’s handwriting, was a single line:
was a new recruit, a neuroscience dropout who’d answered a casting call on a dare. Margo was a three-year veteran, as polished and unreadable as a marble statue. The storyline that year was a classic: “The Best Friends’ Poolside Rivalry.” The magazine’s narrative team had already drafted the captions: Lila’s lemonade is sweet, but Margo’s revenge is sweeter. They never returned to the mansion
Lila kissed her. It wasn’t the glossy, choreographed kiss the producer wanted. It was awkward. Her nose bumped Margo’s cheek. They both started laughing, then crying, then laughing again.
“You don’t have to be on all the time,” Margo whispered. “That’s the trick. Save it for the lens.” Less soul
And in Margo’s script below it: "Best summer I ever survived."