Chapter 182

Christina's POV Ysolde tried to deny it, but failed spectacularly. Then she made a weird little giggle. Akira snorted in my head. "Looks like someone's got a new romance brewing." "I might be seeing someone. Just casually. Definitely not living together. I've just been busy lately, that's all," Ysolde admitted. "Wait, what?" I leaned forward eagerly. "Damn, Akira, you're good." "Who is he?" I pressed. "Here." Ysolde pulled out her phone and shoved the screen in my face. A baby-faced boy's selfie filled the screen. His features were unnervingly symmetrical. Full lips, thick eyebrows, and practically poreless skin. I narrowed my eyes. "I've seen him before. Isn't he one of those shirtless lip-syncing social media guys?" "That's him," she said, beaming. "He has two hundred thousand followers." "Does he actually look that good in person? Or is it just lighting and filters? And isn't he like eighteen? What could an eighteen-year-old possibly want besides access to your American Express?" Ys