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newly single.”
Lily’s mouth dropped open. “Jonah Byrne of Sadly Sarah?”
Carmen nodded. “I met him a few weeks ago, and he gave me his number.”
It wasn’t as if she’d actually planned to lie to Lily, but talking to Luke had reminded her of his last-season advice to plant fake information with her friends and contacts. And almost unconsciously, it had just happened. Maybe she should lie to a few others in her circle now, and then sit back and see if and when she read about it.
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LARGER THAN LIFE
Madison never thought she’d miss Laurel, but this new producer of Trevor’s had made her reconsider. Stephen Marsh was simultaneously bossy and unsure of himself, and he wore T-shirts with the strangest slogans on them. ( TRUE INTENTIONS —what did that even mean?) Madison was waiting to make her entrance to Cabbage Patch for her lunch with Sophie, but Stephen kept stalling: First the lighting wasn’t right, then he didn’t like the look of the waiter that had been cleared to serve them, and it took half an hour for the restaurant to provide them with another.
Madison, who had been in the middle of a juicy Vanity Fair article about the rise and fall of a certain Hollywood action star, wished she had stayed longer on her chaise longue. She couldn’t help it; she sent Trevor a text: YOUR NEW PRODUCER NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER. AMATEUR!
Luckily for Stephen, he was working with the new and improved Madison—while she wasn’t inclined to actually help the guy, at least she had no plans to cause professional trouble for him (one of her old specialties).
“Stephen, you know I have a hard out at one, right?” Madison said impatiently over the producer’s shoulder.
“The schedule says we have you until two. It’s almost one now. We can’t shoot an entire lunch in fifteen minutes.” Stephen turned back to the camera operator he was talking to.
“Stephen,” Madison said a little louder. “I have an event at five, and I have to get into hair and makeup. Sorry, but it’s part of my job.” She shrugged.
Stephen looked more than a little irritated. “Actually, Madison, this is your job. You’re free to attend as many boutique openings and fragrance launches as you want in your spare time, but when you’ve been scheduled to film, I expect you to be here. And I expect you to have a better attitude.”
Madison seethed; no one spoke to her that way, especially not some clueless producer and in front of the whole crew. Who did he think he was? This was her show, not his. And if she felt at all like being old Madison for a moment, he’d be lucky to produce a Taco Bell commercial by the time she was done with him.
But since fighting with him might result in the shoot going even longer, she held her tongue. For now.
A moment later she was cleared to go, and the camera followed her through the restaurant as she met Sophie at a corner table. Madison was smiling, of course, but inside she was still angry: Stephen was a buffoon, and Trevor had insisted on this sisterly meet-up instead of filming Madison later this evening at the club they had cleared. Madison needed a better foil for her fabulousness than Sophie, or some wannabe actor that Trevor had decided looked good on camera. But how would that work? Who would it be? She’d have to ponder it.
“Namaste,” Madison said as she got to the table—only so Sophie wouldn’t.
“Hey, sis,” Sophie said. She stood to hug her, but Madison, almost imperceptibly, shook her head. It was fine to have lunch with her sister and play reasonably nice on camera, but there was really no need to go overboard.
Madison sat and crossed her legs delicately at the ankle. She was wearing a white Calvin Klein sheath dress—very chic, very grown-up —and strappy gold sandals. (She’d guessed, correctly, that her sister would be in some vivid maxi-dress monstrosity, and she’d wanted to offer a contrast.)
“Nice dress,” Sophie said. “Don’t order a Bloody
Lily’s mouth dropped open. “Jonah Byrne of Sadly Sarah?”
Carmen nodded. “I met him a few weeks ago, and he gave me his number.”
It wasn’t as if she’d actually planned to lie to Lily, but talking to Luke had reminded her of his last-season advice to plant fake information with her friends and contacts. And almost unconsciously, it had just happened. Maybe she should lie to a few others in her circle now, and then sit back and see if and when she read about it.
10
LARGER THAN LIFE
Madison never thought she’d miss Laurel, but this new producer of Trevor’s had made her reconsider. Stephen Marsh was simultaneously bossy and unsure of himself, and he wore T-shirts with the strangest slogans on them. ( TRUE INTENTIONS —what did that even mean?) Madison was waiting to make her entrance to Cabbage Patch for her lunch with Sophie, but Stephen kept stalling: First the lighting wasn’t right, then he didn’t like the look of the waiter that had been cleared to serve them, and it took half an hour for the restaurant to provide them with another.
Madison, who had been in the middle of a juicy Vanity Fair article about the rise and fall of a certain Hollywood action star, wished she had stayed longer on her chaise longue. She couldn’t help it; she sent Trevor a text: YOUR NEW PRODUCER NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER. AMATEUR!
Luckily for Stephen, he was working with the new and improved Madison—while she wasn’t inclined to actually help the guy, at least she had no plans to cause professional trouble for him (one of her old specialties).
“Stephen, you know I have a hard out at one, right?” Madison said impatiently over the producer’s shoulder.
“The schedule says we have you until two. It’s almost one now. We can’t shoot an entire lunch in fifteen minutes.” Stephen turned back to the camera operator he was talking to.
“Stephen,” Madison said a little louder. “I have an event at five, and I have to get into hair and makeup. Sorry, but it’s part of my job.” She shrugged.
Stephen looked more than a little irritated. “Actually, Madison, this is your job. You’re free to attend as many boutique openings and fragrance launches as you want in your spare time, but when you’ve been scheduled to film, I expect you to be here. And I expect you to have a better attitude.”
Madison seethed; no one spoke to her that way, especially not some clueless producer and in front of the whole crew. Who did he think he was? This was her show, not his. And if she felt at all like being old Madison for a moment, he’d be lucky to produce a Taco Bell commercial by the time she was done with him.
But since fighting with him might result in the shoot going even longer, she held her tongue. For now.
A moment later she was cleared to go, and the camera followed her through the restaurant as she met Sophie at a corner table. Madison was smiling, of course, but inside she was still angry: Stephen was a buffoon, and Trevor had insisted on this sisterly meet-up instead of filming Madison later this evening at the club they had cleared. Madison needed a better foil for her fabulousness than Sophie, or some wannabe actor that Trevor had decided looked good on camera. But how would that work? Who would it be? She’d have to ponder it.
“Namaste,” Madison said as she got to the table—only so Sophie wouldn’t.
“Hey, sis,” Sophie said. She stood to hug her, but Madison, almost imperceptibly, shook her head. It was fine to have lunch with her sister and play reasonably nice on camera, but there was really no need to go overboard.
Madison sat and crossed her legs delicately at the ankle. She was wearing a white Calvin Klein sheath dress—very chic, very grown-up —and strappy gold sandals. (She’d guessed, correctly, that her sister would be in some vivid maxi-dress monstrosity, and she’d wanted to offer a contrast.)
“Nice dress,” Sophie said. “Don’t order a Bloody
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