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... m, long legs stretched across a plush velvet chaise, orange curls spilling wild over one shoulder like a fiery halo.
The massive screen flickered with her latest blockbuster—a sleek thriller where she played the icy operative, doe-brown eyes commanding every frame. Her every movie was a masterpiece. Call her narcissist, but her movies were perfect, and she was perfect.
A crystal glass of fresh orange juice rested in her hand, tart sweetness cutting the late-night quiet as she sip ...
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