Page 95 of How to Fall for the Secret Billionaire
So now what?
My phone rings, and I jump.
It buzzes against the bed and lights up with a video call from Juniper. I lunge for it and answer, breath still a little uneven.
Her face appears instantly, bright-eyed and dramatic as ever.
“Why are you still inside your room?” she gasps.
I laugh. “Good morning to you, too.”
“I’m serious, M. It’s almost ten. Are you sick?”
“I’m fine. Just… taking it slow today.”
Juniper narrows her eyes at me like she doesn’t believe me, but then smiles. “Good. I’m happy you’re resting. You work like a mule.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
“Okay, wait,” she says suddenly, straightening up. “Set the phone on your dresser. Step back. I want to see your outfit.”
“Junie…” I groan, already protesting.
“Do it,” she singsongs. “You know the rules.”
I sigh, but I prop the phone up and step back.
Juniper lets out a squeal. “Oh my gosh, you look good. Wait, do you have makeup on? You totally do. Why do you have makeup on this early?!”
I feel heat rush up my neck.
“Oh. My. Gosh,” she gasps. “There’s a man. There’s a man, isn’t there?”
“Juniper,” I groan again, covering my face.
“Margot, you have to tell me everything. I knew Everfield would bring drama. You’ve been glowing lately, and I thought it was just your skincare, but no. It’s a man.”
I’m still blushing when I say, “I’ll tell you. Just… not now. I really have to go.”
She pouts. “Ugh. Fine. But tell Thea to call me, okay? I’ve been trying her all weekend and she’s ignoring me. Or working on some evil tech plan, I don’t know.”
“I will,” I promise, already reaching for the phone.
“Don’t forget. And tell your man I said hi?—”
I hang up mid-laugh, still smiling like an idiot. I head downstairs, only to immediately trip over Waffles, who’s lying dramatically across the third step like he owns the entire staircase.
“Seriously?” I mutter, stepping over him as he gives me a bored yawn.
In the kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee lingers. I’m barely three steps in when Ana looks up from the pantry, eyes wide with excitement.
“Guess what?” she says, practically bouncing.
“What?”
“Cal’s extended his stay!”
I pause just long enough to give a small, knowing smile before turning toward the kettle. “I know.”
