One of the five beautiful women in the house. Not just pretty—elegant. Confident.
The kind whose presence could silence a room.
She met his gaze with calm poise, unbothered by the curious stares now forming around them.
"Morning," she said softly, folding her arms on the table.
Ross studied her for a moment, then leaned back slightly in his seat, smile deepening. "Didn't expect company."
"I didn't expect to be hungry again," she replied, glancing meaningfully at his plate.
A pause. Then Ross chuckled—a low, quiet sound that rumbled from his chest.
He cut a piece from his dish and slid the plate slightly forward.
"Curious?" he asked.
She tilted her head. "Very."
He handed her the fork.
All around the patio, the rest of the housemates watched in silence, unsure what was happening—but knowing one thing for sure:
The walls around Ross were starting to crack.
And someone had just stepped through.
