Then she stumbles into a Brooklyn alley at midnight, drunk and restless, and meets Ivy — a street artist who sprays fire onto brick walls and doesn't bow to anyone. Ivy calls her a peacock. Victoria calls Ivy's graffiti the most honest thing she's ever seen. Within hours, they're covered in each other's paint, and Victoria has never felt less alone.
Across the city, Harrison walks into Ivy's gallery opening and collides with her brother Leo — a brilliant Columbia materials science PhD who pours coffee by day and writes theses Harrison has been secretly funding for four years. On the gallery terrace, Harrison plucks a gold glitter flake from Leo's collar. Leo's ears turn red. He doesn't know who Harrison really is. He just knows he can't stop looking.
