The moment she stepped into the room, Jake nearly dropped his phone. “Whoa,” he blinked. “You’re really doing the most today.”

Gaby twirled dramatically, flashing a grin. “Okay guys, this is Day 5 and I decided to serve. I’m wearing the Princess Molly Moderna split-front lace halter top—like, are you kidding?!—with this tight little black skirt and my fav boots that give full ‘I run the world’ energy.”

Jake gave a slow whistle. “You look like you just stepped out of a music video.”

She smirked. “Good. That’s exactly what I was going for.”

Then, turning the camera on him, Gaby added, “Now don’t worry y’all—I dressed Jake today too. He’s got on a clean white tee, a fresh flannel, and some fitted jeans. And yes, he actually brushed his hair.”

“Barely,” Jake joked.

“But you look good,” she said, adjusting his collar and pulling him into the frame with her.

The two posed together—her with one hand on her hip, him pretending to be her bodyguard. They made goofy faces, struck fake model poses, and finally laughed so hard Gaby had to cut the clip.

Then Jake raised an eyebrow. “You know your outfit’s kinda illegal, right?”

Gaby smirked. “You like it?”

Without answering, Jake scooped her up with a grin, tossing her onto the bed as she let out a playful scream. “JAKE!” she laughed.

He leaned down, smiling big. “You’re trouble.”

Gaby giggled, “Good.”

And right before the camera cut off, you could hear her shout, “Okay but don’t wrinkle the top!” as the screen faded to black with laughter.