All the couples that Alaia Repond has gotten together have stayed happily together, and at this point, she really should consider matchmaking as a profession. So when her close friend Ollie asks her to set up a friend of his, she's more than happy t...
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I like him, the text from Lucia reads. I'm seeing him next week for a second date.
Usually, Alaia would react differently. She'd be a lot more excited about the fact that it was somewhat successful — but right now Alaia can't ignore the feeling of her stomach sinking.
That's nice. I'm glad, is what she types out and sends.
What was she supposed to make of those flirty comments now? She knew that they didn't mean much, but they still made her heart feel something — and truthfully, why was she so bothered when she'd established that she didn't want to be a relationship?
She can't blame anyone but herself for fumbling a possible shot, and she hates it. She groans into a pillow, placing her phone down on the floor. Fucking hell, she thinks.
No, this is good. This is great, even! Franco finds love, and she sticks to her regimen of casual flirting and meaningless sex.
This is what she wanted, no strings attached, no feelings involved — why was she getting so worked up about it? She's known Franco for only a month and a little more, she shouldn't be upset at the fact that she's succeeded in her goal of finding someone for him.
She gets up from her spot on the couch, checking the time on the clock. 11:30. Just an hour before her casting call.
She heads towards her room, pulling a white tank top over her head and pulling on a pair of jeans. She picks up a makeup brush and her blush, swiping some product on the apples of her cheeks.
