Chapter <b>9 </b>
“Is that Summer?”
“OMG, I can’t believe I’m bumping into my idol at the airport in the middle of the night. This is like, the best moment.
ever!”
“Summer is so gorgeous in real life<b>, </b>and she seems <b>super </b>sweet too.”
“Could we get an autograph, please, Summer?”
The gaggle of teenage girls surrounding Summer were anything but discreet with their booming voices<b>, </b>quickly drawing the attention of other travelers in the airport. Many <b>paused </b>to <b>look </b>in their direction, and both Mirabe and Emmitt turned to watch the scene unfold.
Summer seemed taken aback at first as if she hadn’t expected to encounter fans here, but then sheposed herself, her lips curving into a shy smile as she greeted them softly, not refusing their requests for photos. However, her gaze kept flickering, almost imperceptibly, towards Mirabe.
“Summer’s been <b>a </b>natural at dancing <b>and </b>singing since she was a kid,” Emmitt began to exin to Mirabe, <b>his </b>eyes on Summer amid the crowd. “She recently joined a girl group, and her agency <b>has </b>high hopes for her. They got her onto one of those talent shows that’s pretty hot online. Those girls are probably her fans<b>.</b>”
Mirabe didn’t seem envious in the slightest, simply responding with a nonchnt “Hmm” before feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. She withdrew it to check the message.
Y: [Boss, I need help ASAP!!
Mirabe massaged her temples, visibly annoyed, and shot back a single word. [Scram.]
Y: [You can’t just leave me hanging, boss.]
A trace oficy amusement tugged at Mirabe’s lips as <b>her </b>slender fingers tapped a curt reply on the screen: [Sort it out yourself.] After sending the message, she promptly dumped the contact into her block list.
After typing out a lengthy plea and hitting send, ‘Y‘ was <b>greeted </b>with a cold: [Message failed to send because the recipient has blocked you.]
Meanwhile, as Mirabe had been engrossed in her messaging. Summer finished posing with the group of girls and approached. The girls, reluctant to part ways with their idol, trailed behind her, two of them still recording with their phones.
Mirabe pocketed her phone and looked up just in time to catch the two girls still filming. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and smoothly pulled out a ck face mask to slip on.
Seeing Mirabe suddenly donning the mask, Summer <b>seemed </b><b>puzzled </b>but then appeared to sigh of relief, perhaps remembering something. The Davis family was known for their striking good looks. She didn’t really want her fans capturing Mirabe’s face on camera.
After a brief pause<b>, </b>Summer spoke softly, “Sorry about that. I didn’t expect to run into fans at the airport and hold things up.” Her tone suggested an apology, but the tilt of her chin betrayed a hint of showing off in front of Mirabe.
Mirabe’s eyes were cool and detached as she nced at Summer before looking away, her demeanor nonchnt.
“It’s fine<b>, </b>let’s go.” Emmitt said.
Emmitt’s car <b>was </b>rather modest<b>, </b><b>a </b>sedan in the mid–<b>range </b>price bracket, not a luxury model, but not a beater either. It was clear he wasn’t the sort to idle his days away with nothing to do as rumors suggested.
After loading the luggage into the trunk, Emmitt nced at his watch, then turned to Summer, who was standing nearby, <b>and </b>asked, “How did you get here. Summer?”
Summer looked at Mirabe, her eyes flicking <b>back </b><b>and </b>forth, before she replied, “The family driver dropped me off.”
Chaptery
Emmitt was about to say something when Summer stepped forward and looped <b>her </b>arm through his. Her voice tinged with a yful whine. “Emmitt, can I talk to you about something?”