MELISSA'S POV

My phone rang right as I stepped out of the shower.

I wrapped the towel tighter around me and padded across the room, water still dripping from my hair. The screen flashed bright with Marco’s name.

Great.

Just what I needed.

I didn’t even say hello before his voice blasted through the speaker.

"Yo, Melissa! Melissa!”

I sighed and flopped onto the edge of my bed. “What now?”

“Your café photos still fire.The comments. The reposts. Even Vogue picked them up for ...