[The production team is stirring things up, putting these three in a dating show. Just thinking about it is exciting.]
[Renee and Owen are true loves! Everyone agrees. Kick Lucia out.]
Owen called, his voice urgent, "Lucia, this dating show is tailor-made for me and Renee. It's best if you don't participate. It won't be good for you."
But I loved causing trouble.
Calmly, I said, "What can I do? I've already signed the contract."
His tone immediately sharpened, "What? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"
"You didn't notify me when you started a fake romance."
His voice softened a bit, "Lucia, you're still mad, right? Listen, quit the dating show. When I become famous, I'll take care of you. You can be a rich housewife and never have to audition again."
A female voice interrupted. Renee was calling him, her voice sweet, "Owen, could you grab my bathrobe?"
Owen panicked. "Lucia, I can explain."
I hung up, severing the last thread of hope in my heart.
I wanted them to pay the price.
The recording day arrived quickly.
Renee wore a white dress, and Owen a black suit.
They looked like the perfect couple.
They exchanged frequent glances, eyes filled with shy affection.
The comments went wild.