FACE BEAT: Lágrimas de Escarcha

Her hands created the type of art that could hide secrets in plain sight. Flawless colors, gentle strokes it was like creating something that was not meant to be. The glittering glow of her skin carried every tear she's dropped and overcome. How could Narkissa Narváez believe she's deserving of her rewards when all the things she's done to get there have been stained by hands she was meant to trust?

There's always been something calling to her from the spotlight as she stands on the sidelines. Where someone else has been watching.

Pablo has always known where he stands, behind the singer and beside her face-beating makeup artist. He watches from the back, seeing things they don't, and he's starting to believe there is more to someone who knows how to wear beautiful masks.