Usually, in situations like this, the hotel management would handle it quietly—reach out to the press, have the photos deleted, issue a polite apology, and move on. But Mia Stone wasn’t just any celebrity; she was a national icon, a queen in her own right.
Mia’s voice was icy yet casual, laced with an air of authority: “Then call the police. Investigate her publication, and send me a lawyer’s letter while you’re at it.”
The general manager nodded frantically, signaling for someone to escort Allie out. The tension was suffocating, but Allie didn’t flinch.
By the time Allie was done answering questions at the police station, it was four in the morning. The cold, clinical room felt more oppressive with every passing second.
Joe White, her seasoned mentor at Cherry Scoop, rushed in. He did
