As that familiar, gentle voice drifted out, Dylan's heart skipped a beat.
In the livestream chat, the comments froze for a split second before a massive tidal wave of texts completely buried the screen.
A: [Wait, is this a prank? Isn't the Wilsons' second daughter supposed to be Julia? Why the heck is Rosie walking out?]
B: [Gross. You can tell from a mile away she's just here to cling to Dylan. The producers have zero shame doing this for clout—they'll literally do anything for views, won't they?]
C: [Seriously, what kind of favors did she pull with the crew? Are we talking sugar baby vibes here?]
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The chat kept getting nastier, but Rosie just watched the screen, totally unfazed.
Real was real, and fake was fake. If she wasn't the real deal, trying desperately to prove it woul
