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Vin clasped his hands together and leaned down close to Wyatt. The hovering camera followed him and got a close-up view of the two men.

“Wyatt, I think this would be the perfect time for you to ask Kira about her rejection story.”

A cold hand clenched around my stomach. The last thing I wanted was to talk about that. Not with Wyatt, and not with hundreds of millions of people watching. I’d known that I would eventually have to talk about it. The show was called The Reject Project for a reason. But I never thought it would happen at the end of the first day or with this man—the person who’d been there to see the embarrassment, shock, and shame on my face. It would almost be like telling the story while looking into a mirror.

Smiling thinly, Wyatt nodded to Von. “Great idea,” he said, but I could pick up the annoyance in his tone.

Von, ever oblivious, grinned and took a step back. “Enjoy your dinner. The chefs of The Reject Mansion have a glorious seven-course meal planned for you.” He