FELICIA's P O V
Before going to work, Marcus drove Kenny to his kindergarten, and then he left me alone in the house with a maid who was cleaning the downstairs of the house at the time.
I was in the middle of blow drying my hair when I got a message from my assistant. ‘‘Hello, Miss Felicia… Today is the table read for the play in which Mila Kingston is starring, and as the play's scriptwriter, it is expected of you to be there…’’
What?
I couldn’t help but feel nervous as I read her message repeatedly. I have no idea what I have actually put in the script. I don’t know what’s the content of it… who’s my inspiration… I don’t even remember the title!
My God!
What if they ask me about the story? I'd rather not think about that. Oh, shit...! If I go to the table reading, I
