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Story: Fake Lemons Love and Luxury
“The set was so tense yesterday. I think Rida found out awhile and has been trying to work through it in private but fuckassTMZbroke the news that morning with pictures.”
“TMZis going to hell.”
We start mixing ingredients. For once, I can't be more relieved to be lost in other people’s gossip and not think about my own life for a moment.
“You can say that again. Adrienne’s shots were retaken like twenty times and Rida was there through it all.”
“There’s no way. What a mess.”
“Mess is right.” Jen shakes her head. “I was stunned. Not surprised but still very much surprised all the same. I can’t explain it.”
“Geez. I understand what you mean perfectly.” I shake my head. “That’s so disappointing.”
“You could see Rida was trying her best to be professional through it all. Liam never deserved her. I just don’t know why anyone would do that to someone they claim to love.”
“It baffles me too.”
“I even think this is taking some attention away from your scandal.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Really? I haven't been online much.”
“Well, Rida and Liam are very beloved in the fashion industry and Adrienne’s a top model so this is like the scandal of the year.”
“Gosh. I feel bad for Rida.”
Jen grabs a lemon and starts zesting it. “I do too but I think she’ll take him back though.”
“Why would she do that? He cheated and disrespected her.”
“They’re a brand. A very powerful one too, and Rida’s pregnant. I think they’ll prefer to work through their issues.”
“Damn. Men like that will end up cheating again. But in the end, it’s her choice to make.”
“Right. I wish her the best. Liam and Adrienne can go to hell. Very dark-spirited individuals.”
I chuckle. “I agree.”
“Anyway, how’re you adjusting here?”
“Eric’s loving it here. I think this is like a vacation for him.”
“And what about you? Adjusting okay to living with my dad?” Jen wiggles her eyebrows.
I flick flour at her. “Stop that. It's been normal. Sean’s being a fortress and so kind to us.”
Jen snorts. “You know, in all seriousness, I'm glad you're here. With everything happening online…”
I grimace, thinking about the threats and nasty comments still flooding my business pages despite my attempts to lock everything down. “Yeah. I'm trying not to think about it.”
“Don’t worry. The public will soon get bored and the vitriol will pass soon. Have you tried reaching out to the woman?”
“Who? Camille Ross?”
Jen nods. “Maybe you should try talking to her?”
“Legal advised against this. We’re considering a lawsuit against her.”
“As you should. This is such reputational damage.” Jen's expression darkens. “Those photos, the messages... they’re disgusting and serious.”
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