From the moment Bertha was born, the only person who ever hit her was Tina. How could she not be scared?

After the holidays, Tina didn't return to Stonebridge. Instead, she spent a month in Capital City, soaking up the fun with a crew of girlfriends, living it up from dawn till dusk. Among it all, she stepped in to help a photographer friend in a bind, shooting a personal portfolio for a male celebrity.

The guy was hardly a household name before, but those shots had some serious mojo. They blew up online, trending across social media. When he thanked her publicly on Twitter, Tina's DMs exploded with offers from celebrities and influencers alike.

Tina didn't take a single one.

"Why don't you think about setting up your studio?" her best friend urged over coffee. "Strike while the iron's hot. With your talent, you'd be the hottest photographer in showbiz in no time."

"I'm not into portraits," Tina shrugged. "I'd rather be out shooting wild elephants."

"Yeah, right," her friend scoffed, rolling her eyes. "And all those photos of Phillip on your phone were taken by ghosts, I suppose?"

"Mind your own business," Tina retorted, tossing a pillow at her.

Phillip passed through Capital City on business and got invited to the Watson family for dinner. Tina received the frantic calls and rushed back from a girls' night out, only to find him chatting with Hamilton in the living room.

in a navy blue suit, legs crossed, the very picture of elegance. He looked toward her calmly,

to make coffee, a skill she'd flaunted in her more pretentious days but rarely practiced. With Phillip visiting, though, she felt a sudden urge to impress. She served the coffee, one cup for Hamilton and one for Phillip, who eyed the

her head slightly, meeting his gaze. Phillip accepted the coffee, holding

and policies, while Tina watched, her gaze fixed on

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