When I woke up the next morning, I was still in a daze.
‘Wait, did I really touch Donald’s abs yesterday? Am I dreaming, or am I just that amazing now?‘
As I went downstairs, everyone was already having breakfast. Jeremy, with a face full of exaggerated charm, brought me a glass of apple juice.
“Good morning, Yunice,” he greeted warmly.
I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘Flattery from clowns often hides mischief. Why are you acting so nice out of nowhere?
“Pfft-” Harvey couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Jeremy’s usual self–assured, roguish smile froze on his face, and everyone at the table turned their attention to us.
“I just thought, since we’re all filming this show together, we might as well get along,” he offered, attemp
