Chapter 29
Now
A beautiful woman sits in front of a camera.
She has long, strawberry-colored hair with bright-pink extensions.
Her full lips are overlined with pink lip pencil, her wide green eyes framed by lash extensions.
She wears a lavender bandage dress. The low-cut top reveals two blue gemstones tattooed on her pale chest, one on each breast. A diamond necklace dangles from her neck, the glittering letters spelling out S-A-S-H-A.
Behind her is an opulent marble kitchen.
Sasha waves to the camera. “What’s up, Diamond Army? You know I had to pop on here to get you riled about my album drop. You hoes better make this the biggest release of the year. I swear to God, Diamond Army better represent.”
Fire emojis shoot up the side of the screen.
She snaps her fingers, revealing long, lavender fingernails that end in
sharp points. “Now what do you wanna know about this album? Give me
all your burning questions. AMA, bitches.”
@diamondarmyqueen: SASHA WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sasha snorts. “Not a question but appreciate the love, momma. Next.”
@ruffrider23: Sash u always got the most fire collabs girl. Who’s on this album?
Sasha clicks her long fingernails on the countertop.
“You know your girl don’t play. Everyone’s begging to do a track on a Pop Princess album.
This one’s got collabs that’ll make you sick.
I’m talking Odesza, Ice Spice, Jack Harlow.
And I got this rock ’n’ roller that’ll blow your minds.
Keeping that one a secret, you’ll have to buy to find out. ”
A flurry of heart emojis explode.
@toohot2handlebtchzz: omg is it Hannah Cortland?
@carrielovellteach: I will die if it’s Hannah Cortland
@marybrown1999: Stfu if it’s a Hannah and Sasha joint I will be deceased
@itsmissdiamondarmy2you: Hannah Hannah Hannah
Sasha grabs her camera from the tripod and squints at it. “Now why y’all blowin’ up these comments talking about Hannah Cortland? Y’all . . . ”
She shakes her head, then sits back and twirls a strand of silky hair around her finger.
“Let me say this. That bitch acts like she invented sadness. On all these stages mopin’ around, cryin’ and shit.
Is that really what y’all want to pay your hard-earned money to see?
Some skinny little blond girl acting like she’s trying to win an Oscar for most dramatic performance? Bitch, go back to the OC!”
Open-mouth emojis race up the side of the screen.
@nickjonasbabymama: the OC I’m DECEASED!!!!!!
@caryberrytx: damn Sash that’s cold
@morganfriedman1_1: The pop princess does NOT fuck with Hannah Cortland it turns out
“Rolling Stone calling her the new It Girl.” Sasha flips off the screen.
“Fuck that. I’m the Forever It Girl. And I smell something rotten with that girl.
It’s too exaggerated, you know? I bet she never even had a sister.
What’s the sister’s name supposed to be, anyway, Winnie or something like that?
You can’t find that girl on the internet. Where’s her Instagram?”
She laughs and points at the camera. “Diamond Army detectives, track that, please. Listen, this woman’s sales sucked and then all the sudden she has a dead sister and now she’s sellin’ through the roof?” Sasha gives the camera a dubious look. “Please. I smell a rat.”