“You’re wonderful as Tasha,” Laz whispers. “Beautiful and fearless. The moment I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But you know who’s twice as entrancing? Mia, when she’s curled up in an armchair reading a book, so absorbed in what she’s doing that she doesn’t notice she’s wrapping and unwrapping a strand of hair around her finger. I can’t stop staring at that girl. She’s real. She doesn’t have to be anyone else.”
