Celeste Harper had exactly $42.17 in her bank account, a landlord who side-eyed her rent extensions, and a hospital billing department that had her on speed dial. She needed a miracle. Or a lottery win. Or, at the very least, a drink that wasn’t a watered-down instant coffee from the breakroom.Instead, she had Amara Sinclair, best friend and personal bad-influence, dragging her toward an exclusive high-society party.“Come on, Cel, one night,” Amara pleaded, practically shoving a sequined dress into Celeste’s arms. “Noah’s stable. You need a break before you actually collapse.”Celeste sighed, rubbing her temples. “Amara, I have work in the morning. And I’m pretty sure these people drink champagne that costs more than my entire existence.”“Exactly.” Amara grinned. “Which means free drinks and a chance to network. You never know who’s looking for a new voice actress. Maybe some rich guy is desperate to hire someone who can sound like his long-lost lover or something.”Celeste rolled
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