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Lena finally turned. She was in her forties, sharp-eyed, wearing a black tee with a hole in the collar. She studied Sophia like a chess player studying a board. “Take off your jacket. Stand by the window.”

Sophia Gonzales had been told she had “the look” since she was fifteen—by a waitress in Tucson, by a stranger on the subway in Chicago, by her abuela who never complimented anyone. But the look had no address until she walked into a sun-faded studio on Melrose, clutching a portfolio she’d printed at a FedEx an hour earlier. Watch4Beauty 25 01 21 Sophia Gonzales New Talen... UPD

“Traffic,” Sophia lied. Truth was, she’d sat in her car for twenty minutes, heart hammering. Lena finally turned

Sophia let her mind drift to her father’s funeral. Three years ago. She hadn’t cried. Everyone called her strong. She’d felt hollow. “Take off your jacket

“Again,” Lena said. “Now look at me like I just said something funny.”