Chapter 20 · Fake Fiancée Press Wall

"Smile, Lila. You're about to go viral." Bianca's nails dug into my wrist and hauled me in front of the step-and-repeat, right under the Luna Bay Grand logo, right in front of six cameras with their red lights already blinking.

"Let go of me." I tried to twist free. Her grip didn't move. Her other hand was already smoothing her dress, angling her chin for the lenses like she'd rehearsed this in a mirror.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Grant Whitfield said into the mic, that easy investor smile stretched wide, "I'm thrilled to announce my engagement to Miss Bianca Velasco, ambassador of this beautiful property."

The room clapped. Phones went up. And Bianca yanked my arm forward so hard I stumbled into the light.

"And this," she said, sweet as poison, "is the maid who thinks she runs this hotel. Say hi, Lila. Tell everyone how you eavesdrop on private meetings."

My stomach dropped straight through the floor. Cameras swung toward me. A reporter's mic tipped my way.

"I don't know what she's talking about.