Beauty's palms were sweating, and her heart was racing. She knew what this meant: she had to walk into the modeling department and face Bruno after everything that had happened.

The thought made her stomach twist. She wasn't ready. Not now. Maybe not ever.

But there was no turning back. She had promised to help Rossie, Bruno's assistant.

As Beauty made her way down the hall, every step felt like she was walking toward a cliff's edge. Her thoughts were chaotic, full of memories of Bruno, of the moments she wished she could erase, and the ache she'd been trying so hard to ignore.

She pressed the elevator button for...