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chapter EIGHT what happens at the sag awards, stays at the sag awards .
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the evening had finally arrived.
the sag awards were one of the biggest nights in the industry, a time for stars to shine and celebrate their achievements. for starr, it was a night of mixed emotions—excitement, nerves, and a bit of dread. she was nominated for her role in outer banks, a show that had catapulted her into the spotlight, but the pressure to maintain her image weighed heavily on her shoulders.
she stepped out of the car into a sea of flashing lights, her dark red dress flowing behind her like a river of silk. the gown was long and elegant, almost like a ballgown, with a train that swept the floor as she moved. the rich colour contrasted beautifully with her complexion, and the photographers couldn't get enough, calling her name as she paused to pose.
the ballroom was everything she'd expected—grand, elegant, and filled with people she barely knew but recognized from magazines and television. she took a deep breath, steadying herself before plunging into the crowd.
across the room, mason was already there, holding a glass of champagne and talking to a group of actors.
he looked sharp in his tailored black suit, the crisp white shirt beneath it making his eyes stand out even more than usual. as if sensing her arrival, his gaze drifted over the heads of those around him until it landed on her.
he excused himself from the conversation and made his way over to her, a confident smile playing on his lips. "well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence."
starr rolled her eyes, though she couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "i was hoping to avoid you for at least another hour."
"no such luck," mason quipped, offering her a glass of champagne that he'd snagged from a passing waiter. "you clean up pretty well, by the way."
"is that your attempt at a compliment?" she asked, accepting the glass but narrowing her eyes at him.
