Part 2The Ex-Files: Celebrity Edition

Making Nathan miserable makes me happy. I slept great.

My manager, Dawn, warned me the next morning that I had a gala to attend.

"I hear Nathan will be there. If you don't want to break the internet, be civil. Put on a friendly face for the cameras."

I thought she was exaggerating. With so many stars, we probably wouldn't even cross paths.

I was wrong. The damn event organizer seated Nathan and me together!

I sat down, and a figure quickly dropped into the seat beside me. Nathan was in a midnight-blue custom suit, looking tall and handsome. At first glance, he was picture-perfect.

Remembering Dawn’s desperate plea, I forced a smile for the cameras. Fine. I can play nice.

"Good evening, Mr. Muse."

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Rhyme," Nathan retorted. "Did you suddenly learn human decency? Talking to me now?"

See? You can't give him an inch!

The event was live-streamed. The camera zoomed past us, and the comments went crazy:

[Muse Bro and Rhyme Sis are together again! Keep the camera locked on them!]

[Midnight Blue Suit and Deep Blue Dress! What a gorgeous couple.]

[Bro, Sis, please date again! Just for our entertainment.]

The industry pros are the worst gossips. Since I walked in, several people had already tried to subtly ask about Nathan.

Now, I could feel dozens of eyes on us. Nathan was uncomfortable, too. His ear tips were red. I quietly stared at the table. Wow, this is a very... wooden table.

The chat was a riot:

[Don't you guys think Nathan and Alyssa look like they'd have cold, hate-fueled sex?]

[What's hatred? Hatred is just love that hasn't found an outlet!]

[Healthy relationships are nice, but a twisted romance has a unique flavor. You wouldn't understand!]