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“We also know you’re a makeup artist,” I added. “We’re not asking you to give that up. You just have to report to filming and follow the rules, most of which you already know since you’ve filmed with Kendall.”

Brett gave Kendall’s best friend a smile. “What do you say, Charlize?”

He held the folder against his chest, wrapping his arms around it, swaying his shoulders. “I say, hell fucking yes.”

Thirty-Seven

Kendall

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hen I’d returned to my apartment to box up my things, the cameras had been removed. Charlize and I could move around my place and say whatever we wanted, and I didn’t have to worry about any of it being aired. It had taken us several hours to pack everything up, the closet our one last destination, and we slumped onto the couch to take a break.

“It was a good ride,” I exhaled, resting my head on his shoulder.

He patted my face. “You’re going to be so much happier now.”

“And you?”

“Girlfriend, you know this is going to explode my business. Losing gigs to other makeup artis