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ity, becoming a plain, forgettable film student. I fell hard fo
, a decoy to protect the real object of his af
te to my mother's memory-and gave it to Karmen to claim as her own.
deo to the entire auditorium, branding me a
she screamed, as the
cutting through the noise. "You're acc
e delivering the final blow. "I don'
pte
Zamor
ful echo of my mother's own tragedy. Her beauty, her fame, had become her downfall. A relentless media spotlight, a stalk
akeup, a careful mask, to flatten my features, to blur my edges. I became forgettable. Just
men, too aggressive, cornered her. Instinct took over. I stepped in, a plain girl
arp eyes, the kind of beautiful that stole your breath. He looked at me, a flicker of
't. Not
ho he was, and they scattered. Hayes McCall, the notorious playboy, heir to a new money fortune everyone talked a
hated feeling anything that made me visible. But h
d like. My attempts were clumsy, a stark contrast to the effortless glamour of th
lips. "Black," he said, "always black." My heart hammered. He spoke to
, Hayes." The words were a whisper. I expected a la
you have to accept all of it. Everything that comes with me." I was
nd' s thought. I promised him
ook it, for him. I thought it was just the price of loving someone like Hayes. Then came the kidnapping. It was terrifying. I was brui
eyes wide with fear. Hayes was a different man with her. His anger, his protectiveness, it was raw,
had been attacked before. Hayes felt responsible. He used me. My plainness was a shield. "You're j
about love. It was about her. My mother's ghost whispered in my ear.
y the carefully constructed plainness. The disguise was gone. I just didn't care anymore. When I reached my

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