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“How… how did you get his picture?” I pointed at the cutout, my voice trembling. She frowned. “You mean… Mystery?” “What… Who?” “Mystery,” she said, as though it was obvious. “The popular singer. No one knows what he really looks like because he always covers his face with that long hair. That’s what we, the fans, call him. Mystery.” The room seemed to tilt around me. “This… this can’t be true.” Her eyes sparkled. She jumped onto the bed beside me, practically vibrating with excitement. “Are you a fan too? Oh my God, tell me you are! Look!” She grabbed her laptop from the desk, flipping it open with a speed that showed this was a well-rehearsed ritual. “He uploaded an acoustic version of one of his unreleased songs last night. It’s already trending. And you’re going to love it because…” she paused for dramatic effect, “…the song is literally called Charlotte. Your name! Lucky!” I froze. My pulse thudded in my ears as she typed furiously, clicking onto a cha

LEO’S POVI stared blankly at the half-burnt cigar butt sitting in the ashtray, smoke curling up like a mocking ghost. My chest felt hollow and my air stuffed. Just then, my phone vibrated. I snatched it up, dragging in a breath. “Hello, sir,” my manager’s voice crackled through the speaker. “It took you seven business days to get back to me.” My voice was flat,but my jaw was tight. “I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he said quickly, with the usual nervous chuckle. “I’ve been gathering information on the show’s participants and even had to ask a friend for help. But I finally got something that might be helpful.” My fingers tapped impatiently on the glass table. “So,what did you get?” He exhaled, then dropped the news. “Jessica…is not the owner of the show. She’s the pretty, friendly recruiter—the front who lures clueless and desperate aspiring actors into their trap.” “Okay… What else did you find out about her?” “She’s been in the business for three years. And she’s in a secret

Finally, the alarm rang—it was morning. I groaned and rolled over, slapping the snooze button angrily. What a night! My body felt like lead. No surprise. Dragging myself up, I yawned so wide my jaw cracked, shuffled into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, brushed, and then shuffled back. Olive was still asleep, curled up under her blanket like a burrito, snoring softly. For a second, I envied her peaceful oblivion. Meanwhile, I looked for a weight scale. I rummaged through the corners of the room like some detective in a crime drama, but nothing. Unlike me, Olive isn’t so worried about gaining weight daily, I guess. She doesn’t monitor her weight gain on a daily basis like I do. I dropped onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh. My hand absently went to my stomach. I wondered if I added weight while staying on that island and eating all those fancy ‘master chef’ meals. Just remembering those delicious meals, my tummy rumbled so loudly. “Grea

Olive leaned forward, unfazed by Emma's explanations.“Perfect. Good way to meet influential people, right, Char?”She nudged me so hard I almost spilled my drink.I simply nodded.Emma narrowed her eyes at me.“So, Charlotte… have you ever even worn a bikini before?”My whole body locked.The truth screamed inside me:Never. Not once.But Olive’s hopeful eyes were on me, I couldn't afford to disappoint her.So I forced myself to laugh. “Of course. Even at the beach, which is in public. I mean… it’s not like I’m an alien. Plenty of people are built like me too. What an odd question.”Emma’s face didn’t budge. She tilted her head, skeptical.“Mhm. You sure? Because if you’re not comfortable, maybe don’t force it. You’ll stand out—and not in the way you want. I’d hate for you to ruin your vacation by doing something you’re clearly not ready for.”Her words stung sharp, like little needles. My fingers tightened around my glass.Olive’s smile vanished.“Emma,that's enough. She said she

Before I could process that, a sharp voice rang out from the speakers! “Ms. Charlotte! Welcome!” Olive’s jaw dropped. “Wow, it’s a woman and she even has your name, Charlotte.” “What the fuck is Ms. Charlotte?” Emma muttered. I shrugged. “Well, we’ll see,” Olive replied. Two women in sleek uniforms marched up to me, carrying a giant bouquet of flowers. “We’ve been expecting you,” one of them said with a smile. I froze. “You’ve been expecting… who?” Emma quickly stepped in, trying to shield me from the staring crowd. “This is a misunderstanding. She’s not who you think she is, so don’t embarrass her. People are watching for crying out loud,” she whispered. But the women insisted. “We are certain. Please, come with us, ma’am.” I panicked. “I—I don’t have the money to pay for everyone. It’s not me!” One of them laughed politely. “Oh no, ma’am. You’re not paying. The person sponsoring this instructed us to welcome you personally.” “And who is this person?” I asked weakl