Stephanie had taken to reading all of her press, even the seemingly inconsequential pieces. It was important, to get an idea of what her image was like. Right now, though, she was interested in something else. And by interested, she meant, "was angrily expecting an answer".

"Marcelo, who the fuck is Hellkitten and why are you embracing her in this picture?" She wasn't shouting, her voice was low and icy. She expected a good explanation, or there would be a very special sort of hell to pay. Of course, she was pretty sure there was one- but she wanted to hear it now.