“Is there anything you’d like me to ask?” Teresa Scarcella made notes on an iPad as a make-up artist brushed powder over her neck.
Ellie gazed around the studio, digging her fingernails into her palms as memories of visiting Michael on television show sets turned her stomach. Once, his life was split between in front of a camera and a surfboard and how he’d loved his world.
“Ellie?”
“Sorry. No, if you’re sticking to what we’ve run through, then nothing.”
Teresa waved the woman behind her away. “This will be live, so relax and let me do the work. All you have to worry about is answering as sincerely as you can. There will be one break of three minutes, then three questions and one minute for you to say whatever you want. As long as it isn’t about my appearance, haha.”
With a nod, Ellie
