A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Amelie looked up and was greeted by Giada, who was sporting a tight outfit. She was standing in a position that could show off her allure as much as possible, her gaze on Amelie. “You like Mr. Alston, don’t you?” she whispered. And her gaze stayed on Amelie. Gaze as piercing as a sword.

“No,” said Amelie coolly.

Giada tilted her head. “I see.” And then she left, swaying her hips.

Amelie had seen enough people to know that Giada liked Leo. The way she looked at him and the way she acted around him was enough proof. Another moth to the fire, huh? And she turned back as well.

Fiona helped her with the dishes. While the cameraman was elsewhere, she whispered, “You should stay away from Giada. And tell Blake to do that too.”

Amelie was surprised that Fiona would make that remark as the latter barely ever talked behind any actor’s back. Amelie only nodded in response.

Fiona liked that about Amelie. She knows everything, yet she knows what not to speak.

When they were done with the dishes, the gentlemen were already grilling the fish. They lathered the fish oil on the fish and turned them around on the grill.

Blake was there as well. He did not reek of the grease of an unkempt man. Even a crude job like fish grilling looked like art when he was doing it. The slivers of smoke that wafted into the air swirled around him, covering him in a veil of mystery, not unlike the protectors of the elf king behind a shield.

“Man, Blake’s the goal of every guy out there.” The cameraman snapped photos of Blake.

Not every man could have the air of grace and innocence Blake had. Even though he would choke on the smoke from time to time, Blake would keep up his smile, and everyone admired him for that.

Blake, and a smile curled her lips. He’s a big boy now. No longer the dejected kid he once was. Now

fish. “Here, done,” someone said. Amelie looked before her and realized that it was Blake. He was holding a piece of fish filet in his gloved hand. The skin of the fish was golden and crisp, but the flesh was white

the fish and fed Amelie with

is good.” She closed her eyes and sighed in enjoyment. Her face was gleaming, and she looked like a fairy dancing through

by his mother. His eyes were gleaming, but he

as beautiful as the scene in

look loving?” Noticing this, Ellen said,

wound, and he raised his head just in

gasped and held her wrist.

contestants went around for some fun and scattered when night had fully descended. It had been an exhausting day, and everyone returned to their tents. They were split into two groups, and

bite woke her up at midnight. She got up silently and sprayed some insect repellent around. It was silent. Not even a bug’s chirp was heard. Aside from the tent, the only thing she saw around her was a

realize the tents were already some distance away. It was a safe place, but she didn’t want to leave the tents too far. Just when she was about to go back, she noticed, under

making out with Ellen at this hour? They could’ve just told everyone they were dating and be done with the show. Why this surreptitious act? Not like it has anything to do with me, though.

heard the woman whisper, “I’ve been in love

not Ellen! Amelie froze, and the

give me the cold shoulder. I’m a girl too. Whatever Ellen can give you, I can too. And I can do

flirting with all the

of the night shrouding his face, she could still feel the air around him tensing up, and she shuddered. She thought he would go