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... red for nominees and sponsors, her assistant chatting excitedly beside her. The room sparkled—gold chandeliers, polished glass tables, champagne flutes clinking. People laughed too loudly. Posed too hard. Faked too well.
Her smile wavered. What is this feeling?
She was used to fake. She was fake. A product of contour, contracts, and couture. But something tonight itched under her skin. Like the glitter had gotten in her eyes and wouldn’t come out. Everything felt... wrong.
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