"I'm not saying another word. Just look at the comment section!" Bianca chirps before abruptly hanging up the phone, as if lingering for another second might ruin the suspense.
"Unbelievable," Tara mutters into the empty room. "She acts like she's directing a soap opera."
Despite her annoyance, curiosity gets the better of her. She opens her browser, and sure enough, her name is dominating every single comment thread.
[Oh my god, does Danny mean Tara?!]
[It has to be her! The way that man looks at her... the sexual tension is literally off the charts!]
[Political marriages are so gross. It's the twenty-first century! Go get your girl, Mr. Calhoun!]
[Danny is not letting some dusty old contract stop him. He's totally going to win her over!]
Tara massages her temples, a dull headache already forming. How did the narrative spin out of control overnight? She wonders if her fans are just completely delusional, unable to separate her real life from the on-screen chemistry they shared in their last project. She and Danny are strictly business partners and friends. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself.
But reading the endless flood of confident comments, a tiny seed of doubt takes root in her chest. Is it me? she thinks. Does he actually have feelings for me? No, that’s impossible.
Right on cue, her phone buzzes in her hand. Danny’s name flashes across the screen. She stares at the ringing device, debating whether to toss it across the room. Instead, her thumb instinctively swipes to accept the call.

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