Elara collapsed onto the bed, limbs sprawled out like a starfish as she let out an exhausted groan. What a day. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing through everything that had happened over the past few hours. The ridiculous obstacle course, Zack faceplanting into syrup, Devon trying to flirt with one of the production assistants, and Bianca throwing a tantrum because her makeup got smudged.
Elara had won the breakfast challenge (thankfully), but the rest of the day had been a blur of chaotic activities. They'd done some ridiculous scavenger hunt where they had to find hidden rubber chickens, then participated in a cringe-worthy improv skit that had left her wondering if the producers secretly hated them all.
The highlight, though, had to be Devon stepping in dog poop during a trivia quiz outside. Karma's real, and it smells terrible.
