“Well, now I have to try this miracle treatment for myself. Will you bring me some?”

“Happy to!” Sasha is great, Charlie had said, as long as you work hard, and always give her what she asks for.

“Can you bring it tomorrow? I have a thing this weekend, and I need to look perfect.”

“You already look perfect. Honestly.” This was the truth.

Sasha waved a hand dismissively, though she looked pleased at Cass’s comment. “The bread mask, Charlie. Don’t forget. Now, let’s go. You’re late.”

Sasha started walking, and Cass had to run a couple of steps to catch up.

“Sydney is working on your prep,” Sasha continued, not breaking her stride. “Although she’s still waiting for you to send the file with the recipes for the rest of the week. And Priya is doing Austin’s makeup, but she’s probably ready for you now.”

“Okay. Great. Can’t wait to meet her!”

Cass realized too late what she’d said, but luckily Sasha was still slightly ahead of her, moving with shocking speed in her teetering heels. The soles of Cass’s canvas running shoes, still gritty with sand from her earlier beach visit, slapped against the floor as she tried to keep up.

• • •

Cass attempted to sit still and straight in the chair, trying—and failing—to follow Priya’s directions: “Close your eyes . . . Now keep them half open . . . There you go, open them super wide for me . . .” Priya riffled through the myriad powders and creams and brushes on the makeup counter. She rattled off the products as she went, talking about things Cass had barely heard of, let alone used: primer, highlighter, contour, setting spray, lip stain.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Priya said, lowering her voice to not be overheard. “You have gorgeous skin, Cass. Charlie spends every day in full makeup, so she has these little breakouts that drive us both crazy. Our skin really does need to breathe.” More swishing with brushes, more blending with a little pink teardrop-shaped sponge. Priya stepped back to look at her work, then came at Cass’s face with the brush again.

“But the camera is a cruel beast. No choice but to apply the heavy-duty spackle or you’ll look shiny and uneven on-screen. And no one wants that.” She spoke of shiny, uneven skin like it was a fate worse than death. That made Cass smile, until Priya told her to please keep her mouth “relaxed,” whatever that meant.

Priya cleaned up the mascara mess, then reapplied it to Cass’s lashes while she dutifully stayed as still as possible. “Okay. Close your eyes again. Do. Not. Move. Just a few more seconds. Now, before you open them, you need to know it’s shocking seeing yourself in on-set makeup for the first time. Remember, the camera loves it.”

“ ‘For the first time’?” said a male voice. And all of a sudden there were two strong hands on her shoulders. Cass’s eyes flew open. Reflected back at her in the mirror was a man casually rubbing her shoulders as if he did it all the time. He had an inquisitive grin and, for a moment, Cass felt her pulse quicken. He was seriously good-looking—more gorgeous in person, if that was even possible. But then she reminded herself that this handsome but “salty” character could not be trusted. Besides, she hadn’t asked for a shoulder massage. Watch out for . . .