Moira anxiously unlocked her phone and saw Barclay's response. [Okay.]

'Mr. Covington, is that all you're gonna say? Are you sure you don't wanna throw in a little praise for me? Like, am I doing a great job?' she wondered.

But after waiting several minutes, there was no further message from Barclay.

Alright, maybe she was just reading too much into it.

Setting her phone down, Moira glanced up only to find the emcee on stage staring right at her.

Instinctively, she turned to Juliet beside her. "Please don't tell me I got picked?"

Juliet nodded toward the number in front of her. "If you're not number 45, then nope, it ain't you..."

Moira shook her head hastily. "I can't. I'm a married woman!"

Yet the allure of a freebie was too strong, and in a flash, Moira slipped her number into Juliet's hand and exchanged it with hers. "Juliet, it's all on you to score us that freebie tonight!"

Juliet observed her swift maneuver. "You're pushing it a bit, aren't you?"

"Hey, it's all for the freebie. Let's do this."

The emcee on stage watched Moira's antics with apparent astonishment.

was a professional host. There was no rule against swapping

Moira glanced up at the stage, initially thinking the host was exaggerating, but she was surprised to find

a hefty shove. "Juliet!

was usually playful but

found herself thrust into the spotlight, her face

on her, there was no turning back. Juliet reluctantly made her way up to exchange WhatsApp

was just an exchange of

few irrelevant

the

But from

a mentor in front

Moira.

mischievous grin, asked, "So, what do you think?

feeling awkward, replied, "I didn't

his Instagram

years,

these games weren't reliable, who

Moira and pulled out

WhatsApp contacts were exchanged

the e spot, with the host close

chance that it didn't

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