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“But I know who is,” she continued, turning to the wings. “Isabella? They’re waiting for you.”

Lizzie laughed—a real, unapologetic, snorting laugh. “Yeah,” she said, bumping his shoulder. “But I think I’m okay with that.” lizzie mcguire - um sonho popstar

Lizzie, meanwhile, was wearing a juice-stained hoodie and had a map of Rome permanently creased in her back pocket. “But I know who is,” she continued, turning to the wings

Lizzie ignored the knot in her stomach. The morning of the awards, she found the letter. It was hidden inside a gift box from Paolo—a crumpled note in Italian that she accidentally knocked onto the floor. Using a phrasebook, she translated it slowly: “Yeah,” she said, bumping his shoulder

The past forty-eight hours had been a beautiful, terrifying lie.

Lizzie shook her head. “No. I just stopped pretending.”

Lizzie, who had spent her entire life as the girl next to the spotlight, felt a dangerous flutter in her chest. For once, her cartoon double wasn’t panicking. She was putting on sunglasses.