“See?” I said. “You’re not some poor little thing who needs the approval of your ex or his little posse of parasites. You don’t need the media to tell you you’re doing great. You’re Mia Fucking Love.” I stood, and when I did, my chest brushed against hers, her eyes staying locked on mine until I was towering over her. I tapped her nose with a grin. “Don’t let them steal your pen when you’re just getting to the good part.”
