CHAPTER 5
VIOLET
On Friday morning, my call to Trent was reduced to five minutes of How’s Kansas? Great. How’s San Francisco? Great! because we had a script reveal to endure before we began filming. Apart from the love scenes, this was the part I hated most, and my heart beat against my ribcage like a studded club as I trudged downstairs. Seven a.m. found us sitting around the oversized dining table in the conservatory overlooking the pool. Mikki and Kane looked as though they were auditioning for Baywatch, dressed in a bikini and swim shorts respectively. Mikki might have a floaty blouse on over the top, but it left nothing to the imagination. Lucas had gone for tailored shorts and a linen shirt. Formal compared to Barbie and Ken, but he hadn’t bothered to shave, and the smattering of s
