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Arianne blushes. “That came out wrong,” she says with a laugh. “I mean, a ten-thousand-dollar limit is an eye-popping amount. Well, for us mere mortals, it is. For you billionaires, I’m sure it’s a drop in the bucket.”

“Keira arrived with nothing.”

“What about her things in London? She was always photographed in amazing fashion.”

“She left everything behind. She doesn’t want anything to do with that life anymore.”

“I understand.” She gives me a firm nod. “If she arrived without anything, that means she needs the basics like makeup, beauty products, and feminine protection.”

I groan.

“Oh, sorry about that. I forgot that’s a touchy subject formost men. To this day, my father freaks out when Mom asks him to buy feminine protection.”

I offer an uncomfortable smile. “You’d know more than I would.”

“We’re starting from scratch.” Arianne grabs her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Evernotes. It’s a godsend,” she says. “I’m a bit of an obsessive planner. I’ll have Keira’s shopping expedition mapped out to the minute. I’ll share the master plan with Phoebe so she can add her insight.”

“This isn’t like mapping out SCORE Yours,” I say.

“Are you kidding me? I get to have a role in Keira Weatherly’s new look. This is serious business.”

“You’re supposed to have fun,” I remind her.

“Organizationisfun.”

I lift my hands in surrender. “Your call.”

“Is it okay if we squeeze in a few hours of pampering?” Arianne’s eyes bounce up to mine. “A new wardrobe requires a mani and pedi— Oh my God. She doesn’t even have nail polish.”

I flash back to Keira’s unpolished dainty toes.

I push away the tempting visual.

“Keira mentioned she might need a haircut––”

“I know the perfect hairdresser.” She runs a hand over her shoulder-length hair.

“I’m convinced,” I say.

“But my hair is nothing like Keira’s. She used to wear a lot of colorful wigs on stage, but she has the most beautiful hair––ridiculously long, full, and thick.”

Not anymore.

I stand up, circle my desk, and snatch my phone.

“About Keira’s hair…” I take a seat next to Arianne.

I swipe a few times until I find the photos we took on Saturday.

Keira wanted selfies of us to send to Noah.

I hand Arianne my phone.

Her eyes bulge out of her head. “That’s Keira Weatherly?”