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MALIBU
DECEMBER 22, 2012
I had no idea how I was supposed to break up with Martin.
I’d tried to convince him to delay our big publicity shoot at Moonshadows in Malibu, where I was currently pacing the restroom. But he wouldn’t hear of it. He was back in town and wanted to celebrate with his girl. His words.
There had been no way to decline without breaking up with him over the phone. And he deserved better than that. I hadn’t seen him since before I’d left for Thanksgiving. He’d been filming in Croatia. The time difference between that and the West Coast was terrible. It had been hard to find time to talk, let alone break up with him.
I’d promised Maddox that this was our last event. That I would get through dinner and then break it off once we left.
Not that Maddox was particula
