Can't Makeup My Mind

Gizelle Blanco works makeup on set. She smooths a sponge over Jayden Cole’s cheek and admires the soft, unblemished skin beneath. Jayden leans into the brush, soaking up every word. Flattered, she lets her gaze drop to Gizelle’s mouth and slides one compliment back. Freya Parker cuts in, tells Gizelle the director needs her on another actor. Alone with Jayden, Freya calls her out for flirting and swears Gizelle won’t bite—she has tried. Jayden doubts the excuse and blames Freya’s delivery. They decide on a contest: whoever Gizelle answers first wins. When Gizelle returns, both women ask her out at once. Gizelle thinks it’s coffee, laughs, and says she’d like that. The replies overlap. Hands tug at her arms. Gizelle pushes them apart and demands the truth. Jayden blurts it first—each wants her for herself. Gizelle studies them, then smiles. She doesn’t pick sides. She likes both. The three move off-set. Clothes loosen in a rush of fingers and laughter, mouths meeting without hesitation, bodies eager to confirm what words already promised.