Amara Elvaira used to be someone you'd remember.

In high school, she was the girl everyone watched. Four years of being exactly who she was supposed to be. Now she sits at the back of lecture halls, invisible, unremarkable, done being a spectacle.

By day, she's a university student and aspiring actress. By night, she's "Mia"—a professional with strict rules and a smile that reaches her eyes but never her pulse. She keeps these worlds separate. She's good at that.

But tonight, someone from high school just booked an appointment. Someone she remembers. Someone who never looked at her the way everyone else did.

The irony is thick. The hotel room is beige. And she's seriously considering pretending she's a pizza delivery instead.

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A former queen bee who faded into the background. A Companion with a dream of the stage. A woman who's spent so long performing that she's not sure where the act ends and she begins.

Maybe you can tell the difference. She's not sure she can.