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d, Twitter crashed again. And guess

t me mock-up obituary photos. I picked one out, chuckling as I handed it to

up instantly. "Don't

r my shoulders. "Stop reading

ht smile. "It's fine.

om the spotlight in three days. Then I stepped out of the agenc

Victor's face on a massive screen across the street, adver

glanced at

y head. "T

fans, some dressed in white gowns like they were ready to form a sacred

r, we l

u've got us.

not old-you're fo

iar, sharp features on the big screen. He'd lost weight, bu

e months ago, I called it off. Posted it on Twitter,

ed him because he was "too old." Victor's eight years my senior-I'm 26, he's 34. But

with a rel

text from Victor: Wh

e in the crowd. My fingers shook as I t

Don't need your congrats

xt for ages before s

against the wall, his tall frame unmistakable. Victor

ict

ecting my pale face in his gaze. "What, saw

but I forced a dazzlin

ssip online? I'm with Adrian Grant now. He's the hot

Paparazzi caught us late-night "rehearsing." Victor, my mate back then

arazzi snapped me leaving a hotel with Adrian. Victor's

idn't post. Just vani

into the spotlight toda

bitter laugh, his eyes cold where they used to hold war

nt three months accepting you don't love me. An