Margo untied the ribbon. She stood up, took Lila’s hand, and walked past the cameras, the lights, the open-mouthed grip of the crew. They didn’t run. They just walked, barefoot, across the burning lawn, past the grotto where another Summer Girl was already filming her “breakdown” for a bonus feature.
Lila froze. Margo’s spine went rigid.
That night, the mansion’s grotto was a kaleidoscope of neon drinks and hired suits. But Lila and Margo escaped to the empty badminton court. They lay on their backs on the damp grass, staring at the LA smog pretending to be stars. Playboy-s Sexy Summer Girls 2012
“No,” Margo said. Flat. Final.
The problem was, Lila didn’t want to be rivals. She wanted to understand Margo’s stillness. Margo untied the ribbon