Connor couldn’t believe it. He’d spent all night spamming the chat, but not once did he get picked. Part of him wondered if Lydia was skipping him on purpose, but with over three hundred thousand people watching, the comments flew by so fast he could barely see who got picked, let alone guess if Lydia could.
“Thanks so much for hanging out with me tonight,” Lydia said as the stream wrapped up. “If you’re one of the fifty lucky winners, just send your shipping address to my admin, Sue. She’ll handle the rest. That’s all for today. Bye, everyone.”
The internet was buzzing about how Lydia’s stream got showered with gifts from some mysterious VIP. When Connor finally left the chat, he glanced at his notifications and almost choked. He’d picked up a hundred thousand new followers.
After logging off, Lydia sent fifty screenshots over to Sue.
Sue had been dying to ask all night. She finally got to ask Lydia, “Who’s this CNR guy anyway? What’s going on between you two?”
Lydia replied, “Nothing. He’s just someone I treated once.”
Sue grinned at her phone. That made sense. Lydia had saved more people than she could count, and big shots were always lining up to thank her. Connor was just the latest in a long line.
With her online life sorted for the night, Lydia turned her attention to her sketchbook, this time working on the AW designs Ethan had asked for.
Suddenly, someone knocked gently at her door. “Lydia, are you still awake?”
Lydia got up and opened the door. Kylie stood there, holding two steaming bowls of soup.
“You’re still up?” Lydia asked, a little surprised.
Kylie smiled, soft and warm. “I saw your light on, so I thought I’d bring you some soup.”
A wave of warmth swept over Lydia. “I’m fine, really. You don’t have to worry about me all the time.”
Kylie set the bowls down and her eyes glistened a little. “I just want to make up for lost time. Look at you, so thin, like you could blow away in a breeze…”

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