The audition hall buzzed with nervous energy.

Flashes of Camera clicks. The shuffle of stilettos across marble. Stylists murmuring over clipboards. It was one of the pre-screening days for Sterling fashion home’s grand show–a closed-door audition for the face of the company’s new season.

Camilla sat silently among the hopefuls, her features subtly altered. Her hair was dyed a deep honey brown, styled in effortless waves that grazed her shoulders. Her make up was light but transformative — cheekbones sharpened, brows reshaped, lips a muted rose.

Her name tag read Elle Rivera.

Her heart thundered against her ribs.

She knew this was risky. Knew Cyrus would lose his mind if...