Olivia's POV If one more person screamed my name, I was going to throw my mic straight into the crowd. “OLIVIAAAAA! I LOVE YOU!” someone yelled, waving banners and homemade signs. I forced a smile, waved, and tried not to roll my eyes. “Love you too,” I said into the mic, all teeth, no soul. Flashlights popped like fireworks, and I did what I’d been trained to do: pretend the world wasn’t crumbling behind the glitter. Seven years with Justin, gone. Just like that. “Okay, everyone, one last round of photos!” my manager, Grace Caldwell, chirped through her megaphone voice, the kind that could shatter glass and good moods. “Olivia, sweetheart, smile! We’ve got two more minutes before we head to set!” Sweetheart. Sure. I turned to the fans—sorry, Livers. That’s what they called themselves. Yeah, Livers, like the organ. Don’t ask who came up with it. My PR team said it meant “Olivia + believers.” I said it sounded like something you'd find in a biology textbook. Guess who lost tha
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