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The dining table was massive, which only made the few plates of limp vegetables look even more pathetic.
Liam and I started unpacking the delivery, and in moments, the entire table was covered. Fried chicken, pizzas, spicy noodle bowls
-you name it, we had it. The second we opened the containers, the irresistible aroma filled the entire room.
Zoe star ed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You can’t just order takeout!”
I was already halfway through a piece of chicken. “Is there a rule against it?”
She was speechless for a second. “No one on a reality show has ever ordered takeout before.”
I took a huge gulp of soda and glanced at my brother. “Is that true?”
He was delicately eating his noodles. “Yeah, it is, sis.”
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He was delicately eating his noodles. “Yeah, it is, sis.”
“So what? The producers don’t care.”
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Just then, I heard Kiki swallow hard. There was no way we could finish all this food, so I gestured to the others. “Hey, come on, join
us.”
Kiki looked at me, shocked. “Can we?”
“Of course you can.”
By the end, even Rick and his girlfriend had abandoned the vegetable table and joined our feast.
Adam and Zoe’s faces were a picture of pure disgust, as if they’d just swallowed a fly. They glared at us, radiating waves of resen-
tment. Finally, they couldn’t take it anymore and slammed their chopsticks down. “Aria, you’ve gone too far!”
I elegantly wiped my mouth. “Whatever do you mean?”
Zoe pointed a trembling finger at the mountain of uneaten takeout. “You ordered all this food just to win everyone over and spite
ús, didn’t you?”
I was so done with her. I gave her a thumbs–up. “Some people just talk out of their ass for fun, but you’ve made it a goddamn art
form.”
My brother almost choked, his chopsticks clattering against his bowl. He reached out to grab my arm. “Aria, just stop…”
But he forgot one crucial thing about me: once I’m full, I get bored. And when I get bored, I like to stir up trouble
