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Teaser of Chapter 1:
I reached for my phone out of old habit, my hand with its glittery pink nails, the polish a little outside the lines where I had painted them this morning. My thumb swiped across the screen, not to check the global risk index or the probability of a market crash, but just to see what was there.
The lock screen was completely empty. There were no headlines and no alerts, only a little note that my screen time this week had dropped to four minutes.
“Four minutes,” I whispered, the sound lost in the warm, buttery air of the courtyard. “The risk of total digital irrelevance is now approximately one hundred percent.”
I felt a wave of pleasant, golden fluffiness wash through my head. It was a wonderful feeling, like being wrapped in a cloud of spun sugar. My long, butter-blond waves tumbled just past my shoulders, a silk curtain that felt far too good to ever pin up again.
The scent of fresh brioche drifted into the courtyard. Through the open bakery door, Julien carried a tray of glazed brioche glacée from the kitchen toward the glass case. He looked up and gave me a calm, warm smile.
