Oh, M. G. Why am I trying so hard to prove myself to Wyatt? We're never going to date again. What is wrong with me?

I literally almost broke the nose of America's favorite actress.

Okay, I'm sure it's not that bad.

She went face first into the meringue pie.

It's fine.

Just go back to your room and chill out.

You mean why it's room?

Why is this happening to me?

She ended up calling. Why is this happening to me?

She ended up calling me from the Pampumous Room, a library the color of grapefruit covered in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

Jane, I can't stay here.

Everyone thinks I'm a terrible person.

Look, it was all over socials, but it got taken down almost immediately.

Publicists are truly gods.

How am I ever going to recover from this? No one's going to want to work with me.

Excuse me, mademoiselle. Vogue is preparing to set up a shoot here with the grooms.

Perhaps you would be more comfortable in your room I would definitely not be more comfortable in my room is there a problem with the room no but but maybe I can take a few behind-the-scenes for Vogue.

That, Brazil.

If you play.

Once Sabine was kicked out of every available public space, she headed back to her room, until

she heard Wyatt having an interesting, a very interesting phone call when she was just about to put her swipe card through the door.

If I do that, I'm giving up everything else. I don't know,'s a huge risk I mean look I'd love to and all but yeah

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