My hands shake as I scroll through my phone contacts, trying to decide who to call first about the disastrous i********: photo situation. My mind is racing with all the potential fallout and scandals this could unleash.
I settle on calling Gemma first, an influential art blogger I've gotten chummy with at some of Charles's gallery events. She always seems to have an inside scoop.
"Hello, Cassie darling! What a lovely surprise," Gemma's posh voice rings out after a couple rings.
"Hey Gemma..." I start cautiously. "I actually need your help with something. Please don't share this with anyone else yet."
I can practically hear her interest piqued through the phone. "Oh? Do tell."
Taking a deep breath, I explain about the accidental photo leak and how I'm trying to get ahead of any potent
