Chapter 303

The week flew by, and I wouldn’t have survived without my support system—especially Gia and Maya, who refused to let me out of their sight.

Convincing Milo was easier than I’d expected. He was thrilled by the prospect, turning down my payment offer with a grin. “A year’s supply of beachwear won’t hurt anyone,” he snickered.

“What a cheapskate,” Zayne sneered. “With the blows you take, you’d think you could afford underwear.”

“Aw, look who’s still pissed I was chosen over him,” Milo shot back.

“Shut up,” Zayne bristled. Even his wife admitting he’d been the first choice didn’t improve his mood—probably because Milo kept slipping in taunt after taunt.

True to his word, Milo came through. Two days later, we were in La Belle, my stomach churning with excitement as months of work came to life in the most beautiful way. My team had ditched their tasks to cram into the studio like obsessed fangirls, swooning every time Milo flexed or grinned for the camera.