Thea finally admitted why she gave Chantelle a cut. From the moment she entered the house, her eyes were already checking the place, hoping to catch a glimpse of her favorite couple.
Chantelle felt like she had just made things worse for herself.
"Thea, we're both women. But you should really keep your thoughts to yourself. When you meet Daniel and Philip, don't stare. Don't make it obvious. I'm begging you."
"Relax. Do I look like someone who drools? I've seen plenty of hot-looking men. I won't scream even if they walk up wearing the same pants!"
"You better mean that!"
"OMG, Chantelle! T-That soft-looking guy—he's the one who stripped Daniel, right? He's so hot!"
"Thea!"
"Huh?"
"We had a deal. What happened to not screaming?"
"Okay, okay. I'll stay calm."
"You're drooling? That soft-looking guy might think you're planning to devour him..."
