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Mission update.
She has officially landed in South Korea.
I’m ninety percent sure Artemis knows I’m lying.
If I disappear, tell people I died doing what I loved.
Meddling in my best friend’s life.
—Stevie
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Oh dear!
Stay calm. She won’t hurt you.
She’ll simply stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time until you confess every crime you’ve ever committed. Trust me. She did that to her Uncle Enzo when she was six years old.
Stay strong, my beauty.
—Andrea
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Loving Ice
Andrea
“Loving Artemis came easy even at the hardest of times.” — Andrea
“Perfect, boss! All we need now is Artemis’s approval before we can officially move forward with filming.” Mimi beams through my phone, and I can’t help smiling back.
My assistant has been with me for years, and I adore her. She’s impossibly sweet, endlessly optimistic, and genuinely believes every problem can be solved with color-coded spreadsheets and positive affirmations.
Bless her.
We’ve spent the last hour reviewing sketches and production timelines for my upcoming spring collection, but the moment Mimi mentions Artemis, my stomach knots.
I’m pushing my luck.
I know it.
My children are wonderfully, frustratingly different.
Roman, my oldest, inherited my charisma, his father’s stubbornness, and a terrifying ability to walk into any room and own it. Brilliant, cunning, and just reckless enough to keep me praying several times a day. Allegra, my middle child, is sunshine in human form. Creative, endlessly hopeful, and so obsessed with pink that I sometimes wonder if I gave birth to her inside a fabric roll. She has the energy of a golden retriever who believes everyone deserves a beautiful life.
And then there’s my Moonbeam.
My beautiful little iceberg.
