Areso never did admit her feelings, but Gianna was satisfied anyway—with the connection she had made, with the certainty humming quietly beneath the teasing.
She couldn't wait to enlist their other friends, to weaponize affection into relentless mockery, especially for Areso who had once declared her previous base the best country in the world, who had sworn she would never abandon it.
Now, she had changed the curve of her lips, softened her voice, altered the very choice of her life because of a man.
Love did make one do crazy things, Gianna mused, as she walked into the building beside Areso, where they would meet their clients.
And just as Areso had said, they were actually on set.
How they had managed to get their actors down here, on such short notice, Gianna didn't know. Did they all have private jets? Or had they booked an airline? So much fuss and stress either way.
Truthfully, she wasn't into movies—not like her friends—and had never cared much for them.
