Chapter Eight
I duck behind the wall and glance over at Rich, who is unlocking his car, glancing over his shoulder.
“Hurry up!” I hiss.
The car unlocks, and he slides in the driver’s seat. I dart around the car and get inside just as the paparazzi round the corner. The lights begin to go off from the flash as they take photos of me. I turn my face away from the two men as Rich pulls out of the parking lot of the theater. The men still trail after the car, taking photos the entire time, as if there is something interesting about the rear of Rich’s car.
“I never expected to run into paparazzi,” I say in shock as we make it out onto a main road, leaving the two men behind. “Why in the world are they following me?”
“Well, production wrapped on the movie. They probably have you pegged as a
