Page 121 of The Wildest One

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I’m shivering at the thought.

Joel

Same.

Celeste

If we don’t hear from her in an hour, I’ll call Mark.

Celeste

Still no word from Jolie … I’m calling him.

Celeste

Jolie, don’t hate me. I swear I’m doing this because I have to, not because I want to.

Joel

Oh boy. Keep me posted.

Celeste

Mark’s aware of the situation, he told me to send all the info to the PR crisis team. They’ll be calling me in the next hour.

Joel

I’m at the hotel. If you need me, I can meet you, and we can take the call together.

Celeste

Yes, come to my room—252.

Joel

The memes have started. Social media is exploding. It’s a fucking shitstorm.

Celeste

I’m too afraid to look. Bring wine when you come.

Joel

No, I’m bringing vodka.

“Oh my God.” My hand slapped against my heart. If I didn’t add pressure to it, I was positive it was going to burst straight through my skin.

I exited out of the group chat and scrolled to the next message.

Dad

I’ve never been more disappointed in you in my entire life.

“Jolie, what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’re on the verge of throwing up?”

My gaze slowly rose and locked on Beck’s. He’d gotten out of bed and was standing not far from me.

“Something happened …”

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