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My eyes drift toward the last spot where I spied my parents. For all of us, I hope.

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CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

LATE JANUARY

Beckett Miller was distracted on the red carpet when escorting DJ Kensington. Although he normally takes time to socialize with as many members of the press as possible, he appeared eager to get inside. Perhaps he needed adjustments to his onstage attire, which was quite fitted. Although not for everyday wear, I can’t deny it was visually appealing.

—Eva Henn, Fashion Blogger

On my flight to Los Angeles, my thoughts drift to how gorgeous Austyn appeared on her father’s arm down the red carpet. How she shimmered in the violet sequins in the late afternoon sun as she made her way into the Dolby Theater. She was cool and composed when the reporter stopped her and Beckett on the red carpet.

[reporter] And who is this with you?

[Beckett Miller] My good friend, Kensington.

[reporter] The DJ?

[Kensington] Yes.

[reporter] Is this your first awards show?

[Kensington] (laughs) It is. But I hope it won’t be my last.

[Beckett Miller] I’m sure it won’t.

[reporter] Can you tell us who you’re wearing?

[Kensington] Stella McCartney.

[Beckett Miller] Tom Ford.

[reporter] Well, thank you for stopping by. That was tonight’s presenter of the Best Album of the Year award and last year’s winner, Beckett Miller, as well as his friend DJ Kensington.

And how I was barely able to suppress my laughter in front of her mother and uncles—all of whom Beckett warned me to protect with my life—when Austyn texted me.

Austyn:

Tell me how my mother goosed my father on prime time.

My reply to her was swift.

Mitch:

She just informed him and your uncles she’s moving to Connecticut.

Austyn:

What did my uncles say?

Mitch:

I think Jesse has a new career as a witch.

Austyn:

???

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