Page 129 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Why would he call the girl back home when he was in the same vicinity as this stunningly talented girl?
As they sway to the music they’re making, my body doesn’t know what to do. It’s always exhilarating hearing Wyatt sing, but sharing a song that means so much to him withher.
To say there’s havoc inside me would be an understatement.
Just when I’m about to keel over, Wyatt misses a line and fumbles into laughter.
The room erupts in applause as Wyatt and Portia end the song withthe most cutesy laughter you’d swear you were watching their rom-com.
“I’m so proud of you for getting back into singing,” Portia says, curling her arm around his. “Jenna, bring my phone over.”
The girl with oversized glasses hands the phone to Portia.
“You wouldn’t remember Jenna,” Portia says to Wyatt. “She’s my PA.”
“Hi, Wyatt,” Jenna says with a kind smile and small wave.
“That was fantastic,” Erika says, clapping as loud as usual. “Lexy, did you get some good clips?”
“Oh, it’s a gold mine for sure,” Lexy replies.
“We should get these two back into the studio ASAP,” the man in the sharp suit says, stepping forward. “Wyatt, I’m Richmond Salinger, Circle 8 Management. I’ve been managing Portia for the past nine months. Even though it’s been some time since you and I have worked together, I think it’s time you get back to Ferndale.”
Wyatt reluctantly shakes Richmond’s hand. “Ah, okay?”
“Ferndale is where our recording studio is located,” Randall explains. “And your loft.”
Wyatt’s eyes brighten. “My loft?”
“It’s moody and artistic,” Portia says, nudging Jenna. “It’s totally his vibe, right Jenna?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jenna says, timidly making eye contact with Wyatt.
Wyatt clears his throat. “You’ve both been there?”
“It’s near the studio,” Portia says, playing with her hair as she eyes her phone. “Plus, my place is nearby.”
“You could say Circle 8 has made Ferndale very neighborly,” Richmond says with an offbeat chuckle.
“You two have made great work back there,” Jenna says. “Devon and I would always say...”
Jenna is cut off by the gasps whooshing out of those around her.
“Jenna,” Portia grunts through gritted teeth.
I can’t help staring at Jenna as her eyes water. She blinks them clear, taking a breath and standing taller. “I’m so sorry,” she mutters.
Wyatt’s brow lifts and his bottom lip drops, but he falters on a response.
Portia sighs and strokes Wyatt’s arms. “We heard about what Devon did. I’m sorry. It’s so unbelievable.”
“Reallyunbelievable,” Jenna blurts. Portia glares at her, and Jenna swiftly squeaks. “Sorry.”
“Devon’s the bad guy,” Portia scolds her PA. “You need to stop pining for him.”
Pining?
With intensity, I watch the million emotions crossing Jenna’s face.
