Jennin

up and gone back to his office. I lay in bed, eyes wide open in the

e began to crystallize. It cleared my head, burning away

gh the memory of my time at Karis's salon

been so insistent about that 'new' product, the on

imple paper label, the kind you could print from a home office. There wasn't even a brand name on it. As a hand model, I lived and breathed h

Karis had brushed it off, saying she was new. But now I s

. That wasn't a new European miracle cream. It

, grew into a monstrous tre

ound her name: Jessica. She was another model in the industry, the kind of woman who knew ev

hite bottle, the printed label, and Karis's story about it being a Eu

eart hammered agains

ut last night, and for the first time, I didn't care. The moment the door closed beh

himed. It

e off the counter

every word was a confirm

ands?! I have never heard of any legitimate brand, especial

came through i

it. No reputable salon would ever use something like tha

ered onto the floor. It was true. This wa

te act. Karis had s

he first time, the cold rage inside me shar

e word of the woman Chase trusted implicitly. I need

st walk in and ask for it. K

ck into that treatment room. And I ha

Chase had given me for our anniversary

tend I'd le

d focused. The game had changed. I wa