Alexa wanted to scream. She could feel her composure slipping, like a cartoon character losing balance on banana peels.
Trying to regain control, she crossed her legs elegantly and forced a laugh. "Well, not everyone can be as natural as models, right?" she said, her tone sharp beneath the sugary sweetness.
Dominic smirked, his gaze sliding lazily to her phone—where her lock screen showed her own heavily filtered selfie. "You'd be surprised," he murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Some people don't need filters. They just… have it."
His eyes flicked briefly toward Bella. Barely a second, but Alexa saw it. Her entire face burned.
Jason grinned. "Yeah, like freckles. Scars. Personality. You know—things Photoshop can't do."
Scarlett wheezed into her drink. Zeke covered his mouth, trying to hide his grin. Bella blushed, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
