The day had barely begun, and yet Ava could already hear the unmistakable buzz of chaos from behind the door. She took a moment to center herself with a deep, soul-crushing sigh. She wasn't sure if it was the drama, the champagne hangover, or the fact that her life had turned into an ongoing reality show, but either way, she was about to dive right into the storm.
And then, as if summoned by the heavens themselves, there was a knock at the door. Ava's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who in the name of unnecessary drama could that possibly be?"
Rita, who had already claimed the title of Ava's personal hype-woman and crisis handler, plopped herself down on the chaise lounge, one leg flung over the armrest like she was auditioning for a role in a soap opera. "Probably someone with an urgent update about your latest public image crisis, or—hear me out—a hawk holding a press release."
