I feel like OP hasn’t seen enough Hallmark movies — the protagonist’s jealous beau showing up is exactly the kind of second act complication they need.
Please put on too much makeup, turn up holding a fleet of disposable designer bags, and then get your heels stuck in the grass for some reason, followed by a tiffy “I HATE it here!”
*a tiny chihuahua in a prada bag starts yapping, and then the sprinklers come on for some reason and she starts to lose it as her makeup begins to run*
I feel like OP hasn’t seen enough Hallmark movies — the protagonist’s jealous beau showing up is exactly the kind of second act complication they need.
Please put on too much makeup, turn up holding a fleet of disposable designer bags, and then get your heels stuck in the grass for some reason, followed by a tiffy “I HATE it here!”
God I hate her already!
*a tiny chihuahua in a prada bag starts yapping, and then the sprinklers come on for some reason and she starts to lose it as her makeup begins to run*