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“You’re not listening to us”

“You all are talking crazy again You ift to—”

“Felicity” Cleo sat up, looking at me seriously “God put you on this earth to make the rest of the female race feel inferior”

Mark laughed as he sat up “She is the standard all photographers and azines use when they Photoshop”

“She would have been on Top Model, but the producers thought it wouldn’t be fair to the other contestants”

“Oh! I’ve got one She is—”

“Oh my God, stop!” I yelled with a smile on ht so highly of you, but seriously, they were exaggerating “Thank you both, but like I said, I don’t want to get involved with your dirty, secret lives”

“Dirty, secret lives?” Mark’s eyebrow rose “Babe, this is Los Angeles This isn’t any secret The SB coas and maybe New York, I’”

“Felicity, I sent in your picture—”

“You did what?” I looked at her

She reached for the laptop I hadn’t noticed that she’d put on the floor beside my bed

“There is a standard level of beauty you have to be have in order to get into these parties, so they ask for a photo Usually it takes a day to be approved by someone, but I swear to God with my hand on the Bible, I sent yours in, and not even two minutes later, you were approved”

I stared at the photo ofjean shorts and a button-dohite shirt Mark had taken it only a few days ago e’d gone to the beach

“This is why you were taking my picture?”

He took the laptop “It’s already live for tonight’s party?”