ANDYWe’d been held back. Miss Dickson stood at the front of the rehearsal room. Her eyes swept over us—Athena and me—looking as though she took our performance personally. “That kissing scene,” she began, one hand resting on her hip while the other wielded a stick of chalk, pointing it directly at us. “It’s still lacking chemistry. It’s not bad, mind you, but it’s not quite believable. You’re supposed to be madly in love—tortured, conflicted!” I clenched my jaw. We’d done the scene three times already, and the fourth attempt felt no better. “Again,” she commanded, snapping her fingers. I turned to Athena. Her eyes sparkled under the harsh spotlight, her expression shifting to one of encouragement as she smiled slightly, inching closer. Her cheek tilted toward mine. Finally, I looked deeply into her eyes, and I felt her breath hitch in anticipation. I mustered the most lovesick look I could conjure. The faster we completed this, the faster we could leave. Our lips were mere bre
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