CLAIRE

Wednesday morning arrived with bright sunshine and my stomach in knots. Today the Vogue issue hit newsstands. I woke up early, too nervous to sleep, and found Julian already in the kitchen making coffee.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked when he saw me.

"Too anxious," I admitted, sitting at the counter.

Julian poured me a cup and slid it across. "The feature is going to be incredible," he assured me.

"You don't know that," I replied.

"I read the draft, remember?" Julian said. "It's powerful and honest and exactly what people need to see."

I wrapped my hands around the warm mug. "What if no one cares?" I asked...