MELISSA'S POV

I didn’t sleep. Not a second.

I tried. Curled up under the blanket. Lights off. Phone flipped over. But my brain kept racing like it was in a championship final.

What kind of person agrees to fake date their sister’s boyfriend? What kind of idiot agrees to fake date their teammate?

Me.

Apparently, that idiot is me.

I stared at the ceiling, eyes wide in the dark. No dreams. Just dread. This isn’t just some modeling job. This is my entire life turning into a circus. A ...