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Lily’s phone pings repeatedly as she steps out of the sheriff’s station. Her mugshot is all over the internet. Lily’s trying to keep up with all the incoming messages from her friends who have seen her in the press and can’t believe she’s related to the Paleys. Half the messages are from Lily’s best friend from school, Mia, who is freaking TF out. She watches Platinum Triangle religiously and she feels personally betrayed that Lily never told her that she’s one degree of separation from the hottest show on TV.

It’s not just Mia. Lily hasn’t told anyone about her famous relatives. She tries not to think about the Paleys because she knows the thoughts will spiral—thinking about them will turn into comparing herself to them.

Lily looks up from her phone, across the vacant parking lot. Where to now? There’s no one waiting for her at home.

Lily’s about to call an Uber when a black SUV pulls up to the curb in front of the station. A woman in her early thirties, dressed all in black with her hair in a messy bun, jumps out of the back.

“There she is!” She strides right up to where Lily is standing. “Quite the debut! What’s next, a sex tape?” She leans in and lowers her voice. “I can help you slide into the right DMs, if you’d like.”

“Excuse me?” Lily asks.

“Joking! Totally joking. You’re only sixteen.”

“Do I know you?” Lily gives her a weird look.

“Sam Dresner, story producer on Platinum Triangle.” Sam puts out her hand. Lily reluctantly shakes it. “Your Aunt Whitney sent me to find you.”

“My aunt?” Lily looks past Sam toward the SUV. “Is she here?”

“No.”

Lily looks back at Sam, who winks.

“But she sent a camera!”