MIMI

"Lights, cameras... and action."

Vivienne Chase's voice echoed through the room just as the lights bathed the three of us—Devon, Vivienne, and me—in their glow. I was dressed in a white satin gown, seated beside Devon on a plush white cushion that held us both, facing Vivienne, who sat alone on a matching single couch. Her eyes were sharp, and the corners of her mouth glistened—wet, eager, hungry for the questions she was about to unleash to the world.

She glanced at the camera, then back at Devon and me.

My hand instinctively reached for his. He met me halfway, our fingers interlacing as a faint smile tugged at...