As the night of Camille’s dinner party grew closer, I heard the same question over and over from the women.
“You’re expecting us to fight again, aren’t you?”
“Nope,” I’d say. “We’re expecting you to go to a dinner party. You can talk about whatever you want.”
Did I expect the topic of the New York fight to come up? Absolutely. Everyone’s emotions were still running high, and Kyle and Camille had not budged an inch on the inciting comment.
So yeah, with Camille and Kyle still so firmly entrenched in their opposing views, I figured it was going to come up. But I didn’t want to pressure the ladies into thinking that’s all I cared about, because I knew that would make them clam up.
Instead, we just went about our jobs. And watched it all unfold. Right down to the sprinklers going off as the ladies left Camille’s house. If the producers had instigated that, it would’ve felt heavy-handed and forced. But we didn’t turn the sprinklers on. They are set on a timer to go off at a certain time, which just happened to be when our ladies walked outside.
Like I said, sometimes you just get lucky. Until next week.