Beauty panicked. She knew the door was unlocked; one push, and she would meet hell.

She was naked, and the last thing she wanted was for her body to be exposed to Beyoncé, who might tell the whole world how she looked-or worse, she might have a camera and take a picture to plaster on a billboard.

She grabbed the bathrobe, but it would be too late to put it on. Quickly, she slipped under Bruno's blanket on the bed to hide.

She was fast enough to conceal herself before ...