Anastasia
I steeled my nerves as I walked up to the couch on set, not sure how to feel about being the main attraction and the centre of attention.
“Ana!” Atticus swung his arm around me, pulling me in.
“Careful, I just had my hair done,” I chided, carefully untangling myself from his embrace.
He chuckled. “And you look stunning. How are you feeling?”
“Nervous. I’m trying to be open to this whole matchmaking thing but you know how I feel about love.”
“Yes, you want it to be something that falls in your lap and happens organically and blah, blah, blah. That’s such an outdated dream. Nowadays, it’s all about the data. You know this, you’re literally the head of a matchmaking temple. You’re Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.”
I sighed dramatically. “And it’s tragic how terrible I am at it
