The Actor's Contract
And a corset that hugs in just the right way.
I shimmy into it with the help of the assistant, some double-sided tape, and at least one prayer.
Then I step out.
There’s a pause. A beat of actual silence.
Mel’s jaw drops. Kiara clutches her chest. Ava wipes away a tear. Even Trixy does a little gasp that ends in a squeak.
“You look … like a damn fairy queen,” Mel breathes. “A horny one, but still.”
“Fantabulous,” Kiara whispers, which is not even a real word, but somehow totally perfect.
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