My gaze darts over to see Andrew leaning forward slightly, hope all over his face.
“Andrew and Noah.”
That catches me by surprise, and I feel bad for the venomous look I must throw her. Shit, my bad. That literally came out of nowhere. I bet it’ll make good TV, though.
Andrew looks almost relieved, whereas Noah gives a polite nod before his eyes meet mine again in a reassuring way.
“Next up is Savannah. Who will be your lucky two?” Alex smiles.
She moves her head back and forth as if she’s giving this a lot of thought before she grins. “Noah and Landon.”
Double side-eye.
First, because why the fuck is everyone picking Noah, and second, because Landon? Ass attracts bitch, I guess.
Okay, calling her a bitch might be a little far. I don’t even really know the girl.
As if she can read my mind, she turns to me, a satisfied smirk on her face before she blows me a kiss.
Yeah, just kidding. Major bitch. Dare I say cunt.
Luna is next, and she goes for Shane and Calvin, no surprisethere. Angel picks Noah and Mason. Bella chooses Noah and Connor. Kiera picks Noah and Dallas, and finally it’s me.
“I’ll go with Noah and… Shane.”
I only hesitate for a moment because truly, I didn’t have a second guy picked. I don’t know why I didn’t come up with one sooner, but when I, on the spot, realized I hadn’t, I picked the person who would be the least-miserable company.
“And there you have it. We’ll have those dates ready soon, and you’ll be getting text messages about where and when they’ll be taking place. Now, some of you will be going on multiple dates, cough, Noah, I’m looking at you,” Alex says, glancing at Noah.
Noah smiles humbly, but I can tell he’s loving the attention. I mean, what guy wouldn’t? Six out of eight women chose to go on a date with him. That’s gotta feel good. It’s also gotta make the other guys feel like shit. Oh, and me too.
Daryll yells cut, and everyone disperses as the crew scatters, presumably getting the filming and setups ready for the mini dates.
“Alright, everyone, upstairs. We want to see new outfits, hair, makeup, the works. Dress to impress,” a woman shouts as she herds us like cattle.
Luna loops her arm through mine as we head up the stairs to get ready. “How does it feel that half the girls in this place want your man?” she teases.
I roll my eyes at her and grumble as Savannah, Angel and Kiera all whisper to each other, giggling before looking back at me.
“More than half it looks like.”
Chapter Twelve
Courtney
All the girls head to the glam room to get ready, and as instructed, none of us spare a moment or effort. Kenzie finds this gorgeous metallic-gold dress that clings to her like a second skin. Luna goes for a slinky black dress and sparkly eyeshadow that makes her eyes pop, while Cora picks this gorgeous red chiffon dress with matching heels, and then there’s me.
Don’t get me wrong, my hair and makeup is done, mostly by Luna, but when it comes to what to wear… well, apparently, I don’t have good taste.
“I just truly don’t understand how you can live on this earth for over two decades and not know how to dress yourself,” Luna says, shaking her head as she rifles through the closet.
“Two decades makes us sound so old. I’m not a fan,” Cora says, wrinkling her nose as she lies down on her bed and fidgets with her stuffed bunny.
Luna shrugs and grabs a red two-piece set before handing it to me. It’s a little showy compared to what I would choose, butaccording to Luna, I don’t know how to dress myself, so maybe going outside my comfort zone is what I should do.
I take it from her and slide into it as Cora gets a text. She practically leaps off the bed as she reads it.
“Cora, it’s time for your date with Andrew. Please head down to the dock,” she says before she does a little bounce and runs out the door.
