Chapter 10An hour later, and all Violet could think of doing was calling Dawn. The phone rang three times before her friend’s voice on the other end made whatever happiness left inside of Violet come to life again.
“Dawn, thank goodness,” she said. “It’s me.”
“Of course it’s you, LA Woman. I miss you!” Dawn squealed. “How’s the rock star life?”
There was no need to recap Dawn—or anyone else at the office—about the lavish digs and the five-star treatment thus far. She’d texted enough photos and sent long enough emails to keep everyone vicariously happy. And due to her contract, Violet knew she couldn’t say a thing about what had just occurred. Even if it would be all over the news shortly enough.
So she landed on an old mainstay, “Fine. But I think I hate men right now.”
“Oh honey.” Da
