Two days after returning to Los Angeles, Skye finally had peace. Well… At least temporary peace. She was stretched across the giant couch in her living room, oversized hoodie on, scrolling lazily through her phone while soft music played throughout the mansion. No cameras. No screaming fans. No flights. No performances. Just silence. For once. Then— The front doors burst open dramatically. “SKYE!” Skye groaned instantly without even looking up. “Oh no…” Her manager, Zara, marched into the living room carrying her tablet dramatically. “I have BIG news.” Skye threw her head back against the couch. “No. Absolutely not. I just came back from work and you’re already throwing more work at me?” Zara crossed her arms. “You have no idea what this is.” “I don’t care,” Skye mutte

