Brendan had said something similar to her before. He had even put his money where his mouth was, taking her hand and letting it graze the glass as he described where everything was and how beautiful they were.
Anxiety swept across Deirdre like a plague. She forced herself to calm down, reining her mind from wilder and wilder imagination. Kyran and Brendan were not the same! They could not be the same person!
“No, I’m good. I’m afraid of heights.”
Kyran was silent for a moment. Then, he typed, “Okay, so no heights. What about the carousel?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Kyran held her hand and led her to the line.
Nearby, Freya and her friends were munching on some snacks. Her friend sounded incredulous when she asked, “So, you got fired just like that? Because that Kyran Reed guy said so? What an *sshole! Who the h*ll does he think he is? Is he really that big of a hotshot?”
“How was I supposed to know? All I know is that even the director treated him like royalty!” Freya snapped and took a big bite off her popsicle in lividity. “It’s not him who’s the *sshole, though. It’s that freak of nature! She’s the reason he wouldn’t look at me and the reason I lost my job. Like, make it make sense! How can someone who looks so b*tt-f*ckingly ugly even attract Kyran’s attention? How blind is he? Doesn’t the freak just make his stomach turn?”
“Who knows?” Her friend pouted. She was just as upset to hear about how an ugly woman had managed to steal the heart of a wealthy man either, so she cast a malicious guess. “Maybe she’s just really good at the art of a wh*re?”
“Oh my God, I swear! Get that image out of my head! How could he possibly even go through with sex after looking at her?!”
The friend shrugged. “Turn off the lights, and men are none the wiser.”
Freya tittered and playfully smacked her friend’s back.
The friend scanned the line nearby them and pointed at a man who seemed to be a pair with another woman. “Look at this one. Is it me, or does he look like a winner? Those are some good clothes he’s wearing, and that height? Yeap, totally a supermodel. I just wish I could see his face from here…”
Freya was uninterested. Pursing her lips, she muttered, “I doubt he’s a match to Kyran anyway.”
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