“It’s always a good day when my name shows up in print…” Brandi said with a sigh, looking over the article. Really, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She was lucky; most idols got a lot worse. She still didn’t like people speculating over her family’s alleged criminal history, just because she moved around a lot during her childhood. Really, some of the stories the tabloids came up with were absolutely ridiculous. “So? You on board with this nonsense? You think I could pass as a fugitive?”
Reaching over, Talia snatched the magazine from the woman sitting next to her. Her eyes scanned it, picking up the gist and skipping the poorly written prose. “God, I love not being an idol,” she murmured. She herself had moved around a lot as a kid; it was probably a different situation for her, though. Her mother was a world renowned designer. No one would question the legitimacy of her moves. “Nope, not looking like that, at least. You’d need a major makeover before you could get away with a life under the radar.”








