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Max
“Max!” Cyra barges into the living room, wearing only a massive towel around her, which she is holding up with one hand, and her wet hair is stuck to her shoulders and back. Her face is all red as she glares at me.
“Yes?” I try to look as innocent as possible, trying to hide my grin as I know exactly why she’s glaring at me like that. A new round of news articles just came out and there were some interesting observations in it.
“You were holding Spence’s hand when you came off the plane?” She narrows her eyes at me and I can’t hide my grin any longer.
“Yes?” I thought she would notice it sooner, it wasn’t like we were hiding it. But I guess she was way too stressed out about herself and how the media would look at her to pay much attention to what we were doing.
Behind her, Sp
