In the relentless spotlight of fame, Jocelyn West (rising pop princess) and Paige Bueckers' fiery romance ignites, but their struggle with toxic tendencies threatens to consume BOTH their careers, and each other. Who knows if they'll come out alive.
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"I mean, come on. Just a few years ago, Jocelyn barely kept a shirt on in public. Now she's out here in an oversized button-up?"
The woman's voice from the Hollywood Fix clip was loud, grating, and full of that signature gossip show judgment. Jocelyn didn't need to see their faces to imagine the smug, knowing looks on each of them as they leaned into the speculation.
"Maybe she's just...you know, changing up her style?" another voice added with a laugh that suggested she didn't believe it for a second. "But let's be real—when has Jocelyn ever dressed down? An oversized shirt doesn't exactly scream 'pop icon' energy."
"Could she be...pregnant?" The first woman dropped her voice to a hushed, scandalized tone. "Or maybe she's just...let herself go a bit?"
Jocelyn clicked the trackpad to silence the video and closed her laptop with a sigh. "Bitches," she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing at the table in front of her.
Kate and Jocelyn recently moved out of their faraway home in the California country, to a home closer to Los Angeles. Made life easier to be closer to civilization, especially with so much going on in their lives.
Her new kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, and in front of her lay rows of lip gloss tubes in the final packaging for Glazed Cosmetics' summer launch. She picked up a tube labeled Lemon Meringue, twisting it thoughtfully in her fingers. This line—her own brand, her own vision—was something she could control, something outside the tabloid nonsense.
Jocelyn uncapped the gloss and ran the wand across her lips. Sweet, light, with that lemony tang she'd loved since childhood. It was perfect. The glosses were all based on her favorite summer desserts—Key Lime Pie, Peach Cobbler, Pineapple Sorbet.
For the past few months, she'd thrown herself into perfecting every detail of Glazed Cosmetics. The attention it required felt grounding in a life that otherwise felt...out of focus. Her hands drifted to her stomach, starting to show, still subtle but unmistakable, a reminder of the other shift happening within her. And as much as she wanted to be excited about it, every change she saw or felt seemed like a reminder of how far she was from the confident, carefree girl she'd once been.
