The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 90

Since graduating college, she hadn't held a single job. Her days had consisted entirely of accompanying her sister at the wellness center or reading quietly at home.

She did scroll through social media apps, though.

She understood all the industry buzzwords Cassidy had thrown out—character personas, narrative content, the allure of a faceless muse.

She had seen plenty of accounts blowing up with that exact format.

This job... it actually felt entirely doable.

Back in the car, she had genuinely believed her friends were just feeding her well-intentioned lies to make her feel better.

She never imagined there would actually be a position perfectly tailored to her nonexistent resume.

But reality was proving her wrong.

Jasmine turned to Nora. "So why did you get fired?"

Nora spread her fingers wide. "My hands are way too tiny. It looked absurd on camera."

They were, indeed, incredibly small.

But Nora had a petite, delicate frame to match, right down to her size four shoes.

Her hands were perfectly proportionate, pale and soft, giving them an undeniably adorable charm.

Jasmine looked down at her own hands.

Her fingers were elegant, long, and exceptionally graceful.

Back in middle school, her instructor had sworn she possessed the ultimate pianist's hands.

But it had been nearly a decade since she had touched a keyboard.

"Look at these beauties," Nora sighed enviously, running a finger over Jasmine's hand. "They're going to look breathtaking on screen."

Jasmine tilted her head. "Why do my hands need to be breathtaking?"

At that, both Nora and Cassidy exchanged a painfully awkward glance.

"Tell you what," Cassidy said, pushing back her chair. "Let's just rehearse the opening scene."

She added, "This is the exact scene Nora bombed."

Jasmine nodded resolutely. "Okay."

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