hapter 8
Not only did the company kill the ship they’d just promoted for me, but I got dragged through the mud with every insult in the book.
[Desperate wannabe, calling everyone ‘bro.‘ Just got done with her co–star CP and now she’s eyeing someone else’s man.]
[How dare she go after Aria’s boyfriend? Absolutely shameless.]
[This girl’s been trending all night – she’s seriously desperate for fame.]
That day was supposed to be our regular trip back to the Winters house.
In the back seat, I worked up the courage to ask again: “Blake, didn’t you promise Uncle you’d bring me candy this time? You gave it all to Aria?”
“Yeah. Want some? Ask your co–star to buy you some. I’m sure he’d be happy to get you snacks.”
My heart sank. It was meant for me, but he gave it to someone else.
But I told myself it wasn’t my money anyway, and they were dating – I had no right to ask.
While I was getting torn apart online,
That night, Aria posted the chocolates on Instagram with: [Lucky to have you.]
Her comments were full of support: [Don’t worry babe, Blake won’t fall for some cheap attention–seeker.]
Meanwhile, I didn’t dare post anything. Even my ad post from two weeks ago got completely trashed by haters.
But the company wouldn’t let me explain, saying bad publicity was still publicity – at least the hate was getting me views.
I just posted tearfully on my social media.
[Craving bubble tea and snacks.]
Then my co–star sent me a shopping screenshot.
[Hey, don’t forget to check for your snack care package.]
I burst out laughing.
Then cried even harder.
Sweet kid – you sent it to my apartment, but I was at the Winters family estate, I couldn’t even get it.
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