And as the potential of a forced exit loomed over her, the beautiful, echoing halls of the Encino mansion suddenly felt less like a castle, and entirely like a tomb.
She took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of expensive leather no longer a comfort, but a sickening reminder of the trap she had built for herself.
The cameras would be arriving in three hours. She had to sit in a makeup chair, paste on a flawless smile, and pretend that she held the world in the palm of her hand, all while knowing that the ground beneath her stiletto heels was actively caving in.
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