Jessica’s P.O.V
“Holy cow! Sylvia!” Elsa screamed as I wiped off the makeup from my face. “That was! WOW! When you ripped that dress, I swear I almost s**t myself. But that little dance, it was f*****g epic. Nothing magical like that has ever happened on the runway and the media is eating it the f**k up! You’re my little gemstone!”
I only made a half grunt noise in response. My heart was still beating fast in my chest and the parts HIS hands touched…they were still tingling. Anytime i recalled him, butterflies danced in my stomach, and goddess, I didn’t think I’d ever felt this way.
“Who is he?” I finally asked, clearing my throat as I met my agent's eyes through the mirror. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
“You like him!” She clapped her hands while heat crept up my cheeks, making me
