DENOVA’S POV
As soon as Cammie got home, I relayed Rhys’ proposal and the ultimatum attached to it. She listened and reacted in the exact way I suspected she would, the same pessimistic mindset I had about his true motives. That didn’t help my deflated self-esteem on the matter.
“I’m sorry, Dee, but how are you planning on getting twenty-one thousand followers in three weeks?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you. You’re the smart one.” I sounded like a whiny child who had been asked to observe others play while I sat alone in the bleachers due to an injured foot but still insisted on playing. Cammie rolled her eyes at me and dumped the spaghetti strands into a pot half filled with water. She was making spaghetti, literally the only dish either of us knew how to make (whoever invent
