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    She simply posted her work online and kept winning awards.


    Below the studio, a line of street vendors filled the air with the smell of fried snacks. Her stomach growled in response.


    She’d been camped there all morning without so much as a glimpse of another person, let alone Anthea.


    Clutching her stomach, Yvonne sighed. The hunger was starting to make her lightheaded, and she realized toote that she hadn’t packed anything to eat. Her vision wavered slightly.


    The sun overhead had turned hot and sluggish, pulling her further into exhaustion.


    Still, the thought nagged—what if she stepped away and missed her chance? She decided to wait it out a little longer.


    However, fatigue took over.


    Without realizing it, Yvonne dozed off, slumped gently against the studio door.


    “Hey! Wake up! Wake up!”


    Yvonne had no idea how long she’d been out before a voice finally broke through. Groggy, she blinked at the figure in front of her.


    For a moment, she couldn’t believe her eyes.


    The person standing there…


    Hold on a second!


    She rubbed her eyes, stunned. Why did this woman look so familiar?


    “Anya? I can’t believe it’s really you!”


    “Yvonne! It’s been forever!”


    They spoke at the same time, both caught off guard. Yvonne couldn’t believe her eyes.


    She was an upperssman Yvonne had known back in college, and it had been years since they’dst seen each other.


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    There stood Anya Wace—elegant brows, refined features, a soft, healthy glow to her skin, and long waves of hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked every bit the image of polished grace.


    She stepped forward and pulled Yvonne into a warm hug.


    “What brings you here, Yvonne? Come on—let’s grab lunch. My treat.” Anya reached for her hand, already tugging her toward the street.


    Yvonne shook her head quickly. “I wish I could, Anya, but I’m here to meet Anthea.”


    “Really?” Anya stopped and turned, a yful smile dancing on her lips. “And what do you need with Anthea?”


    “Our editor wants to run a feature on her, and I was assigned to schedule the interview. It’s part of my internship review. I figured messaging her online wouldn’t do much good, so I came here hoping to catch her in person.”


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