Zain POV
Liam is a disaster. The second I saw his message about doing Scarlet’s makeup, I ran. Full sprint. Because he’s the type to think highlighter is an actual light and primer is what you paint a wall with. And of course, when I burst in, she was orange. Like traffic-cone orange. My poor best friend looked like she’d been cursed by a tanning booth.
I don’t ask about what happened with Callum or April. I want to, but Scarlet’s focused and determined. She’s setting up her camera, pacing in that frustrated way she does when she’s trying to stay calm.
“Zain!” she snaps, stamping her foot. “It’s blurred again!”
She shoves the camera toward me and I blink at the screen. Yeah, that’s blurred. In my defense, I hadn’t expected her to walk out in barely-there lingerie and act like it was a
