The stupid Callum 27 jersey had to go.
That was Maya's first coherent thought stepping back into her bedroom. The second was that she had approximately three hours to transform from a woman who had spent the night in a hockey player's penthouse into someone who looked like she belonged on his arm in front of cameras.
No pressure.
She peeled the jersey off carefully and folded it without examining why she folded it instead of dropping it on the floor like everything else.
Her phone was already buzzing.
Jessie's name four times in a row.
:Hey. Haven't seen you since yesterday. You okay?
:Seriously, talk to me.
:Also I know you can't come tonight and that's genuinely so unfair. You didn't deserve any of it.
:I'll tell you everything tomorrow, okay? You're not missing much. Probably j
