Moving Into The Reality House.
BELLA
I'm wheeling my suitcase out of my apartment when something happens that has never happened to me before.
And I mean never.
As part of the reality show's launch, Ava had informed us that an introductory segment would be filmed this morning before the official relationship announcement went live tonight.
Which is the only reason I'm up and about at seven-thirty in the morning. My body still isn't convinced this is acceptable.
I drag my suitcase down the apartment stairs, one hand wrapped around a cup of iced matcha, mentally preparing myself for the long day ahead.
Then the world explodes.
Flashes erupt from every direction. White light blinds me, as voices crash into each other. It's a cacophony of questions and shouting, with a massive crowd of
