Talia had just gotten the twins down for their nap , finally , and now stood barefoot in the middle of her home studio, thread and pins stuck to her hoodie, soft music playing from the little Bluetooth speaker beside her. The fabric in her hands shimmered under the sunlight pouring in from the balcony doors, and for a moment, everything felt… peaceful.
Until Mia's call came through.
"Don't freak out," Mia began, which of course meant Talia immediately freaked out.
"What is it? The babies? Is it Ethan? Did Luna eat something weird again?"
"No, no, breathe. It's not the babies," Mia said quickly. "But… you're on *GlamMode's* front page."
Talia's stomach dropped. "What?"
"Look for yourself."
Talia put her phone on speaker and pulled up the fashion site Mia mentioned. Right there, splashed across the top of the page, was her face. A photo from the pop-up event, looking all glammed up beside a headshot of Ethan. The headline screamed:
