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. She dropped her weight onto the w
alp. She threw the fake hair onto the glass coffee table. Her s
sistant, walked in. She was hugging a massi
e edge of the thick wool ru
pped from her grip. White papers exploded
he mess, her eyes turning cold. The s
ry, Miss Riddle,
her forehead as her hands scrambled over
ammed hard into the side of Katy's limited-edition
the floor with a heavy thud.spilled out a
of the binding, a glossy, high-definition polaroid slipped halfway out. It was a candid, close-up shot of Oscar-wi
r mouth fell open. She sucked in a sharp breath. The image comple
owed Paig
lammed against her ribs, missing a beat. Hot
e allowed. She launched herself off the sofa, divin
printed face. She shoved the polaroid deep into the pages and s
with pure shock and confusion. She opened
scles to freeze. She built the ice-cold mask back over
he ripped the zipper shut. Her movements were sharp and
ed a bottle of ice water, and downed half of it. The
oked at Paige, who was st
interviews," Katy ordered. Her vo
n interview is an exclusive with Vogue. Th
ut a checkbook. She grabbed a pen, scribbled a string of zero
t," Ka
tten on the paper. She swallowed the lump in her
nd walked into the private back room of the
ck clicked, Katy'
She pressed her hand hard against her chest. She
irror. She stared at her flawless mak
e pulled on a cheap, oversized black tracksuit. She grabbed a
She reached into the very back of the bot
urely on muscle memory, logging into
her Knowles's VIP fan meet happening tonight. The panic i
n. She ignored Paige, who was still sta
dle of the main RV d
e driver up front. "Staple
lot. Katy sat in the dark shadows of the back seat. She shoved her hand

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