Overtones

Margot Veil doesn't do chaos.
Ten years. Three Grammy nominations. One ex-husband who left her for a 25-year-old pop star and somehow made it her scandal.
She's fine. She's been fine for two years. She has the press junkets to prove it.

Zoe Parish doesn't do apologies.
She dated the wrong man. She ended it. The internet decided the rest.
She's over it. She's been over it since before it was even over.

When their label forces them into a studio together - six weeks, one song, smile for the cameras - they agree on exactly one thing:

This is the worst idea anyone has ever had.
Margot is thirty-eight and has spent two years rebuilding herself into something untouchable.
Zoe is twenty-eight and has spent two years pretending she doesn't care what anyone thinks.
They have nothing in common.

Except the same ex. The same industry. The same hollow feeling when they listen back to their own music.

And, apparently - the same voice, when they're not trying to kill each other.
Some frequencies you can't unhear.
Some harmonies find you whether you want them to or not.

overtones | enemies to lovers | age gap | f/f | music industry | slow burn