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The others frown.
“Luke will be forgiving. She is cheerful and upbeat. Willow does not interest him.”
“Does Flora interest him?” Troy muses.
I rise suddenly. “I’m going to see if I can get a massage.”
“You’re in pain, Luke?” Evan asks.
I glower and slam the door of the locker room, hearing shocked murmurs as I march down the hallway.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Sebastian
Christmas music thrums in the background, and the scent of cookies fills the air as Flora and Willow cook their favorite Christmas treats to present to Luke at the Christmas Eve live show.
I lean against a wallpapered wall and reread Luke’s string of text messages for the umpteenth time.
“Do I need to remind my senior staff not to check their phones?” Clark’s voice interrupts me, and I nearly drop the phone. I hastily sneak it back into my pocket. “It is unfair to Willow and Flora to flaunt your phone when they are not allowed to use theirs.”
“We don’t mind,” Flora says, exchanging a glance with Willow.
I hate this.
I hate that everyone knows.
Flora and Willow are sweet in their way, which probably goes to show that Luke knows exactly what he’s doing by selecting both of them to be in his final two.
I give them a wobbly smile, because face it, I’m jealous.
One of them he’s going to officially date.
“I’m half convinced I should fire you,” Clark says.
I stiffen. My colleagues are around me. The camera is filming. Is this also going to be added to the show?
I duck my head and try to look uninteresting, even though my heart beats madly. “I understand.”
“In fact...”
I brace myself.
“Maybe I would, but we have the Christmas Eve Live. Lucky you.”
“Lucky me,” I say softly.
Something bangs in the kitchen, and Flora is frowning. “I broke this! How clumsy of me!”
The crew move to get a better shot of the shards of red porcelain on the kitchen floor, and Clark follows inside.
I press my lips together.
“Tell me what’s going on between you and Luke,” Ella says, wrapping my hands in hers, and dragging me to the couch.
I glance at her, and she is all sympathy.
I want to tell her everything.
