"No worries, I'll fly right over to your next shooting spot."
Her reply lifted a bit of the heaviness in my heart.
I kicked off my heels and trudged back to camp.
Although filming had wrapped, everyone was still up.
Some guests played chess while Hannah and Simon sat huddled together for warmth.
One guest teased, "No wonder everyone said Hannah turned down so many offers during the show. She's already taken!"
Simon didn't deny it. Instead, he pulled Hannah's hands into his lap and held them carefully.
Hannah blushed and buried her head into his chest.
The atmosphere turned cold immediately after I came back.
Someone mumbled softly.
"I saw Ms. Stevens called Mr. Ford away and she came back looking pretty down."
"She's that infamous third wheel, isn't she? Knowing full well his ideal type is Hannah, yet shamelessly clinging to him."
Hannah must have heard the murmurs because she couldn't hide her smug smile.
"Claire, want to join us by the fire?"
"No, tha—"
Before I could finish, Simon cut me off coldly.
"Don't come over. There's no place for you here."
I nodded calmly and was about to leave when he called me.
A hot water bottle was thrown into my arms when I looked back.