eynold

n the city's arts district. The space was minimalist and chic,

mpsuit, my long brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail, my fa

who used to be an editor at Vogue, was reviewing a do

isitors personally?" she asked, a hint of concer

some shows, the main cha

ntos swept in, surrounded by an entourage, looking lik

erfectly coiffed, a practiced, demure smile on her fa

greet them. "Miss Santos,

r eyes scanning the studio a

ed on me. I was adj

ished, replaced by undisg

he demanded, her voice sharp

Ms. Price, for Miss Santos's shoot, we don't want any irrelevant, distra

ing and turned to face

ynolds, you just don't give up, do you? Rejected by Damien, and now you're tryi

aking sure everyone in

nt at Aurora's studio, you could steal a few tricks t

women behind

kind of detached amusement.

hed?" I asked,

e? You're a rejected Omega. Who gave you the right to speak to me like that? Do

, I don't care how she got in here. Get her out. Now! I d

he studio watched us, th

she walked over and stood be

d serious. "Miss Santos, I believe you may

e to Aurora Studio. I am the

lightly, gesturing toward

ear and sharp, echoing

s Kaci Reynolds. My boss. And the