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After what feels like an eternity, I finally collect myself, willing my lungs to take in full breaths and forcing a smile to my trembling lips.

Kat is sitting on a stool in front of me now, and when I look up, she takes my hands in hers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks. “I’m a good listener, and I’m even better at keeping my mouth shut.”

Shoulders sinking, I shake my head.

“Okay, then how about I freshen up your haircut? Maybe a little makeup?”

“Yes to the haircut.” I wipe away my tears. “But I don’t need any makeup. I’m going straight home from here. I don’t really feel like seeing Meg today.”

“She won’t be happy about that.” Kat chuckles, standing from the stool.

I give her a small smile, an honest one, thankful for her gentleness and comfort.

“Let’s bring your beauty back.”

With a nod, I lock down all my emotions. I need a little freedom from my worries, and Kat can help me with that.

CHAPTER 11

GOODNIGHT, ALEX

BELLA

A year and one month ago

July

Instead of going home,I went to my aunt’s. When she noticed my mood was off, I blamed it on being worried about dinner with my mom. I didn’t mention the photos or the doubts about Xander that consumed me. It wasn’t a total lie, though it’s rare I’m not completely honest with Millie. But after the way I broke down at Kat’s studio, I’m too drained to get into it again.

After assuring my aunt I was fine, I finally headed home, but I can’t bring myself to get out of the car. From where I sit in the driveway, the house is dark and unwelcome.

Is he still with his agent? Or is he with Stacey again?

I shake my head, cursing myself. If I want to change my life, I have to stand up for myself.

My phone rings as I’m finally climbing out of the car.

“Bella, hey,” Tom hedges when I answer. From his timid tone, I can guess why he’s calling. The photos. They probably went live, just like Jim told me they would.

“How are you? How’s Ben?” I lock my car and lean against the driver’s side door. Night is slowly descending over thestreets, wresting control from the day. I love when it’s dark. It matches the darkness that shrouds my soul.

He huffs. “This event he’s organizing has been driving him up the wall. Add in wedding prep, and he’s been snapping at me.”

I sigh. “At me too.” I push off the car.

“Sorry. I’m sure you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thanks.” I adjust my bag on my shoulder and head for the front door. “Did you want something? Or did you just call because you miss me?”

“I do miss you.” Tom chuckles. “Though thereisa reason, and I hate to bring it up?—”

“If you’re calling about the photos, don’t worry. I knew about them already.”

“Oh, thank God!” He heaves a sigh of relief. “Wait—that sounded stupid. I’m just happy I didn’t have to be the bearer of bad news. How did you find out about them? You hate gossip blogs.”

“I had a run-in with a paparazzo.” Head lowered, I focus on the ground in front of me as I shuffle up the sidewalk. “He ambushed me this morning. Guess he wanted information about the girl.”

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