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... osture casual, her face so absurdly perfect it made me want to toss my entire skincare routine in the bin.
I knew that face.
Everyone did.
She was the Octavia—film awards, designer perfume campaigns, the kind of actress who could cry in a close-up and make the whole cinema sob.
I’d watched her latest film three times and still hadn’t forgiven her for dying beautifully in the rain.
In person, she looked even more impossibly flawless.
Like someone ha ...
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