22
Los Angeles, California
WHEN STEFAN TURNED the SUV onto Penelope’s street in the Hollywood Hills, she could already feel photographers lurking around, even though she hadn’t seen them yet. She’d developed a sixth sense for paparazzi. Anxious about being targeted again in Los Angeles, her stomach tightened as they pulled into her garage. Just when she’d had the chance to relax in the mountains, the online threats were starting again. When would this ever end?
Penelope waited in the car while Stefan opened the door to the house, checking it before she went in. “All clear.”
She tapped her phone in her lap and exclaimed with disgust. “Why do I even go on social media anymore?”
Stefan draped his arm over the car door. “More manipulated images?”
“You have no idea. It’s absolutely disgus
