Hope rises in my chest as I turn around. My heart is skipping.

Dante is bent over, scooping something up off the ground. In my mad rush to get back up, I must have missed something. I smile as I step forward, already imagining how I might brush my fingers against his as he hands it back to me, but then my eyes fall to the object in his hand.

Shit.

It's my press badge. My fucking press badge. With "Celebrity Spark" printed in clear letters right on the ...