Jack
Tate and I haven’t spoken in over a year. Have we grown apart forever?

I mean, she probably wouldn’t be speaking to me anyway if she knew what I’d been up to.

If I don’t clean up my act soon, I’m going to be in big trouble. How much further can I push myself before I self destruct?
I’m about to find out…

Tate
My new album is skyrocketing up the charts. I’m launching my own perfume. And I’ve got a sexy investor boyfriend by my side.

Everything in my life seems idyllic. But it’s my job to play pretend…

I can’t stop thinking about Jack. Will our paths lead us back to each other, or are we really over this time?

And why do I hate the thought of us being over once and for all?