Raine
The Paris studios are stunning—soft French accents, dreamy architecture, and crisp white walls. I suppose that’s why they’re called Paris. Today’s shoot is for a new fragrance line, and thankfully, the crew is relaxed and efficient. Small team, but tight. That makes my job easier.
We wrap the set, and I head back to the dressing room with Tiff and Alex flanking me. Neither of them leaves my side these days, and honestly, I’m grateful. It’s comforting to have my own shadows—especially now.
Max updated me about Jules.
I always knew she resented me. It was in the little things—the way I had to stay hidden in my room when she brought her boyfriends over, the way she’d dress up and take them out so they wouldn’t know I lived there. She’d call me ugly, mocked my clothes, would tear me
