Chapter Sixteen

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Mikayla studied Jada as she worked on making breakfast. There was a knowing gleam in her eyes that set Jada on edge. Mikayla was going to ask about her and Tristan. Jada could feel it in her gut, but she was willing to prolong having that conversation. She whistled cheerfully as she prepared scrambled eggs for her and her cousin.

"I heard it might rain today. I hope that doesn't screw up our shooting schedule too much," Jada rambled, saying anything to stop Mikayla from talking. She was telling the truth too. The weatherman had said it clear as day earlier when the news was on. Since Angela had finally come around to doing her freaking job, they were back to work today. Apprehensive about seeing the demonic diva, Jada chose to go on about that.

"And Angela. Can you IMAGINE how she's going to be today?" Jada shook her head as she finished up the eggs.

Sliding them onto their plates, she placed them next to servings of fresh fruit: strawberries, blueberries, and kiwi.

"Ta-da!" she said as she set the decorative breakfast on the table in front of Mikayla.

"Mhmm." Her cousin hummed appreciatively, took a sip of her coffee, and then stared into Jada's soul.

"You done with the bullshit now?"

Sighing, Jada slunk down into her chair, grabbed her fork, and started picking at her food.

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know why you came home yesterday, singing like a frickin' tan, Disney princess. You were a shade darker and way happier than normal. I know it has to do with Tristan and I need to know ASAP."

"There's nothing to tell. We went to the beach. I like the ocean, so I had a good time."

It had also been a huge relief to see she and Tristan could be around each other without too much arguing. That's what had cheered her up. The possibility that they might actually get away with their plan if they were more considerate towards each other. Tristan could be kind and fun when he wanted to. If she dealt mostly with that side of him, things would go okay. And she could be nice and fun too. For example, he got her hair wet and she didn't drown him right then and there.

"You're telling me that's all that happened?"

"Swear to God." Jada held a solemn hand over her heart dutifully. 

"How boring." Mikayla sighed, shaking her head as she popped a strawberry in her mouth.

"What do you mean? We're getting along."

"Yes, but HOW along. I need things to get hella more interesting here."

"Well, the type of interesting I think you're alluding to isn't going to happen. I'm not into Tristan that way. All I care about is him keeping his promise and us getting this film done."

"Everything will work out." Mikayla patted her hand soothingly. "The shoot will end, and Tristan will keep his promise. That way, you're bound to get an even better job. Maybe you can even dump Bitchery Kane and get another agent. You'd be rid of her AND Daniel then."

Jada chewed on her eggs thoughtfully. It did sound like a good plan.

"You know what? You might be right, Kay. We'll see what happens, but for now, let's not be late for work."

Jada picked up her empty plate and brought it back over to the sink.

"Chop, chop, cuz. We've got a long day ahead of us," Jada said as she washed her cutlery.

Yet, despite her inner imaginings, she wasn't truly prepared for how things would go on set.



*** With so much on her mind, it looks like Jada won't be singing over her feelings for Tristan yet. Thanks for reading! 🙏



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