Chapter 8
MARILYN
“Hi Marilyn.” The botoxed blonde reaches out to hug me. Her smile is as severe and serious-looking as her slicked bun. And though her teeth are showing, her smile is tight in the corners, her forced grin only another indication that I’m late.
As usual.
After leaving Brett’s bachelor party last night, I paced the floor of my apartment trying to figure out how I was going to stay out of trouble until the shooting of my new season began.
My producer Steven James was out of town. But from what I heard, he wasn’t too happy that his star actress was served out like a silver platter for the paps and press to devour.
My innocent sweet girl role was already hard to get when I was known for being a bit of a troublemaker, but now? Popping up in unexpected p**n was putting me i
