Avery Jackson lounged lazily on the plush sofa, sipping her steaming coffee, her eyes half-glued to the television. The warmth of the cup seeped into her palms, a stark contrast to the chill in the opulent sitting room. Morning light fought its way through the heavy curtains, casting shadows that danced with the flicker of the screen.

"New from Glow Girl," the TV chirped, slicing through the quiet. A woman's face materialized in high definition, radiant and smiling as if she held the world's secrets to beauty. Avery's hand froze in mid-air, the ceramic mug hovering just shy of her lips.

"Can't be," she muttered, squinting. The familiarity nagged at...