That Whitmore Girl | Michael Jackson

That Whitmore Girl | Michael Jackson

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 13, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Destined Love
Friends to Lovers
Happy Ending
**ANY EVENT DATES AREN'T EXCACT TO WHEN IT HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE, SO ITS TWEAKED TO FIT WITH THE PLOT 🫰** She was never meant to be part of his world. He was never supposed to become hers. Vivienne Whitmore lives behind quiet walls-grief, distance, and a home that no longer feels like one. When she's hired as a costume assistant on a high-profile production in 1982 Los Angeles, she expects temporary work... not him. Michael Jackson is everything the world sees. Famous. Untouchable. Bright like a spotlight, the brightest star in the sky. But behind the music and the madness, he's just someone who's always been alone in a different way. They weren't supposed to notice each other. They weren't supposed to matter. But some people don't fade into your life. They stay. And some connections feel like they were never new at all. ***This story is strictly fiction. Therefore only created for entertainment purposes only.*** Start date: 9/5/26 Finish date: #1 softburn - 23/6/26
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