Dear Natasha,
"It says dear Natasha," Samantha cut in the moment I read the first two words. "It cannot be from your baby dad*y because we both know by now, he only calls you Juliet."
I chuckled under my breath in sarcasm. "He doesn't even know my name."
Shaking my head, I went on with the letter.
Dear Natasha,
We missed you at the after-party last night. Sia did inform us about your ill health, but we wished you could join us.
Nevertheless, there will be a next time once the press for the movie starts, and knowing us, there is always an after-party.
I wish you a speedy recovery and hope you are feeling better already by the time you receive these flowers.
On a more serious note, I hope your PR has informed you about the public appearances we need to make together. Although it is
