Chapter 178 Hush, Rockstar Ch3
- The award show is the size of a small country — velvet ropes and gold trim, plastic smiles cracked wide for every camera flash that wants to catch a scandal mid-bloom.
- She hates it.
- Hates the fake air kisses from bored actresses who’d stab her in the spine for a better table. Hates the journalists who eye her the way hyenas eye fresh meat.