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ARIANA'S POV.
Later that night, we were all called to the other bungalow. The TV had suddenly switched to something else, and there was Luke on the screen.
"Contestants, you would be having dinner with the judges. You may all come forward." He said, and I turned to them, ready to grab someone's hand and get going, but they were all staring at the screen awestruck.
"What's the…?" I was asking, but Jean gave me an unbelieving look.
"You're not telling me you can't see the guy on the screen! Damn!"
"He looks so young too. Do you think he'll be our age, or a little older?" Jessie asked, running a hand through her pink hair.
"He's my style." Yrene said softly, with a little smile.
"I think he's everyone's style." Katie said, performing a pirouette with bare feet.
I smiled slowly. My man was everyone's style. That was something to be proud of. I could not stop smiling.