𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, we're just friends

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IN REAL LIFE !

CAMILLE SAT IN THE MAKEUP CHAIR, scrolling through her phone as the makeup artist worked on perfecting her look for the day's shoot.

Her eyes briefly scanned over the article that had been making rounds on social media—Camille Mendez's Mystery Pizza Date!

The headline was splashed across the top of the page, with the same blurry photo of her sitting across from Jude at the pizza place. His back was to the camera, and his face hidden, leaving the public guessing.

She sighed and locked her phone, tossing it aside.

Just pizza.

That's all it was.

But judging by the growing rumors, people were starting to think it was much more than that.

"Look at you, all mysterious," Rudy teased as he plopped down in the chair next to hers, catching her off-guard.

He grinned mischievously, his eyes bright with amusement.

Camille raised an eyebrow, already knowing where this was going. "What?"

Storm, who had been quietly adjusting her script in the corner, suddenly chimed in.

"Don't pretend you haven't seen it. That picture is everywhere. People are losing their minds trying to figure out who you're having dinner with."

"Or pizza," Rudy added with a wink, leaning forward dramatically. "A slice with your mystery lover."

Camille rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "It's not that deep. Seriously, we're just friends."

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