Several sets of clothes had been delivered, in both my size and Quinn’s.

Quinn held the clothes in awe, disbelieving. “This… they even got my size?”

“It’s fine. Wear them.”

After we showered, Quinn sat on the sofa in a daze. Cejay was a industry legend, and his wife had prepared clothes for her—she’d grown up watching his movies, and she was clearly starstruck.

Quinn logged onto Facebook to record the day’s events, only to see #MiaDivatantrum and #MiaSecretHospitalAbortion trending at number one and two.

“Wow, drama alert!” My voice came from beside her, making Quinn jump and nearly drop her phone.

“Mia, it’s late. Go to sleep. Ignore the...