Hope rises in my chest as I turn around. My heart is skipping.
Dante is bent over, scooping something up off the ground. In my mad rush to get back up, I must have missed something. I smile as I step forward, already imagining how I might brush my fingers against his as he hands it back to me, but then my eyes fall to the object in his hand.
Shit.
It's my press badge. My f*****g press badge. With "Celebrity Spark" printed in clear letters right on the front.
There's a frown on his face now.
"You're a reporter?" He looks up at me.
Oh, s**t. Just... s**t. I've blown it yet again. But there's no lying. No escaping the truth.
"I... Yes," I say, shuffling forward and continuing to curse silently at myself. "But obviously not a very good one."
Before he can reply - oh, God, I don't want
