Chapter 8
Honoré
“No f*****g way.”
Leo’s voice rose above the din of the crew milling around, preparing them for the shoot.
Married less than a week, and I’d already gotten a crash course in reality television production.
A wardrobe assistant with pins in her teeth adjusted the fit of my shirt. It was nothing for these people to rummage under my clothes and tighten the straps of my bra or insert a n****e cover.
Most of my life I’d been treated like a doll. Now I was treated like a piece of meat.
It was an adjustment.
“What’s wrong with Leo?” I asked the assistant, which was dumb because she obviously couldn’t talk to me with pins in her mouth.
“Oh, he doesn’t want to rappel down the pyramid.” This explanation was imparted by a lackey who heard my question as he passed by, taking a
