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thespian, Kyle.”
    “I’m not gay. More like bi. Or bi-curious, anyway.”
    “ Thespian, not lesbian. Have you ever considered joining the drama club at school? You should totally check it out, it’s awesome.”
    “Yeah, right. Like I’m going to hang out with you losers and recite Shakespeare or some medieval bullshit.”
    “Our next production is a new play by a twenty-year-old Chilean writer. It’s based on her experiences as a child prostitute in Santiago.”
    Kyle raised her eyebrows. That didn’t sound completely lame. But she wasn’t about to give Benjy the satisfaction. “Booooring,” she said out loud.
    “If you say so.”
    Yawning, Kyle picked up her phone and pretended to check her messages. As weird as it was, her stupid stepbrother was right about her. She was a closet thespian, which she was pretty sure meant a person in the acting profession. From the time she was five or six, when her father began taking her to private screenings of movies he had produced, she had dreamed about becoming an actress someday. Of course, she had never shared this piece of information with anyone, although her father seemed to just know, calling her his “little Audrey Hepburn” and clapping the loudest when she was a sunflower in the elementary school play.
    Her father. She didn’t like thinking about him. It made her too depressed, and besides, it made her want to kill someone. Maybe her mother? So it was best to keep her mind a numb, emotionless blank slate as far as he was concerned, unless she wanted to start something. Which she didn’t.
    “Yeah, they’re kind of looking for someone for the lead right now,” Benjy was saying. “It’s the young prostitute character who’s based on the playwright.”
    “I think you should go for it,” Kyle said lightly. “Some hair extensions, lipstick, the right clothes . . . you’d be perfect!”
    “Fuck you. I think I’ll tell your mom that you didn’t show up today.”
    “Don’t you dare!”
    Benjy held up Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. “I won’t tell if you can describe one of the play’s major themes to me. Like, how about the theme of ‘mendacity’?”
    “Men- what ?”
    But Kyle knew perfectly well what mendacity was. It was something she was very good at.
    Not being truthful.

Chapter Nine
    Kamille
    “O kay, baby girl! Let’s have you stretch across the bed and prop yourself up on your elbows,” Heinrich told Kamille. “Stare straight at the camera. That’s it, perfect ! Now pout your lips! More! Give me naughty !”
    Kamille pouted her lips and tried to look naughty for the famous German photographer, feeling extremely foolish as she did so. She was starting to ache from posing for so many hours, and in such uncomfortable positions, and with a giant fan blowing her hair this way and that.
    Also, she wasn’t crazy about wearing so little clothing and so much body oil in front of the entire crew and also her mother . Especially her mother. Granted, Kamille wasn’t exactly naked. But she might as well be, in her white cotton nightie. And did they have to flatten her boobs with duct tape? Mario, who was the director of the photo shoot, had actually told her that her breasts were too big, and that the photos required a look that was more consistent with the name of the perfume, Lolita. (Giles had to explain to her, privately, that Lolita was from a famous novel by a Russian writer named Vladimir Nabokov, in which an old guy became sexually obsessed with a twelve-year-old girl. Ew? )
    Right now they were shooting in one of the large penthouse suites at the Chateau Marmont, a gorgeous, glamorous hotel on Sunset Boulevard frequented by celebrities. Earlier in the day, they’d shot out in the garden, with Kamille leaning against a flower-covered stone arch . . . then lying on the ground covered by Barbies and rose petals . . . then standing in front of a palm tree, licking an ice cream cone that kept melting and having to be replaced. Kamille had no