SCARS YOU CAN'T SEE

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MELISSA'S POV When I got back home, the first thing I told myself was to forget about what I overheard earlier at the studio. It’s none of my business. I’m probably just overthinking. That’s what I decided. And once I made that decision, I was determined to stick to it. I dropped my bag on the couch, brushed my hair back, and grabbed my little notepad from the coffee table. If I didn’t make a to-do list, the whole day would slip away from me, and I didn’t have the luxury of wasting time right now. First thing on the list: Call my designer to confirm when I could come in for my final fittings. Second: Review old Miss England competitions — the interviews, the walks, the talent rounds — everything. Two weeks. That’s all I had. Two weeks before I would step on that stage and face ever

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