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The room was hot. Mira stirred, half-asleep, wondering why the air conditioning wasn't working. The Bellagio had central air. It was always perfect. Why was it so hot?
Something was pressed against her back. Someone. An arm around her waist. Mira's eyes opened.
Wrong ceiling. Wrong room. The walls were beige and water-stained, not the crisp white of her hotel suite.
Her head throbbed. The kind of headache that only came when you'd had too much to drink. The arm around her waist was warm.
An arm around her waist?
Mira looked down. Bare skin. Her bare skin. She was naked. A sinking feeling hit her stomach.
What happened?
Chaebol daughter Kang Mira has never made a choice in her life. K-pop idol Ryu Rumi is rebuilding after a scandal. Cho Zoey works three jobs while her parents call music a hobby.
One Vegas night. One bar. One 4 AM Elvis wedding.
Now they're legally married. Annulment means public record. Divorce takes months. And Kang Mira needs to figure out what the hell she's going to do about it. Even if it's the last thing she does.
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05 Apr 2026
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“You’re too pretty to be a nun,” she—the patient, the charming patient, Ava Silva, 19, no family, paralyzed from the neck down—tells Beatrice when she walks into the room.
Beatrice doesn't know what to say to that. She doesn’t spend much time looking at herself except to smooth out her hair, to make sure there are no stray pieces of lint on her shirt. She definitely hasn’t thought about the word pretty in relation to herself.
“I’m not,” she tells Ava directly.
“Not pretty or not a nun?"
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03 May 2023
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Beatrice finds herself musing not over duty and sacrifice and God, but the truth of angels, if they can be created rather than summoned. If they can take the form of women with overeager mouths and careless limbs and eyes with a depth that beckons - a crooked finger, a spiral staircase - if they can be both human and not, both beautiful and terrifying.
Ava asks, What do you want, Beatrice?
(Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Tell me and I’ll build you a home there. Tell me and I’ll rearrange the universe to make it all fit, angels and demons be damned. Tell me it’s me. Me. Me.)
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25 Apr 2023
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“Well, what you need is somebody who’s extremely lovable.”
Beatrice scoffs. “Yeah? And who’s going to agree–”
“You know who.” Camila raises both of her eyebrows in smug anticipation.
“No,” Beatrice says firmly. “No. I am not asking Ava to fake-date me.”
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Beatrice panics and tells her mother that she has a girlfriend when she does not. The solution?
Ava pretends to be her girlfriend for a week.
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25 Apr 2023
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“Don’t forget the fortune cookies,” she says unnecessarily.
Bea is already carrying them over, having freed them from their plastic prisons. She hides them in her hand and moves her hands behind her back. Ava sees the muscles of her biceps flex as she moves them from hand to hand, mixing them up.
Ava pokes her tongue out of her mouth and squints. After a second, she points to the right hand. Bea hands her the fortune cookie she’s holding and sits back down, cradling her own fortune cookie.
Ava doesn’t wait for any kind of ceremony. She breaks her fortune cookie in half and pulls the fortune out, putting it facedown. She eats one half of the cookie first, for luck. Her mom always did it and Ava doesn’t remember a lot, but she remembers that most of mom’s fortunes came true, so it must have worked.
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25 Apr 2023