Chapter 17 When Mason Met Ines
Ines dabbed a tissue under her eyes. Luckily, she only ever wore smudge-proof mascara, or her makeup would be in an even worse state after having been doused with a bucket of ice water. She tossed the tissue in the trash bin and gave her appearance in the mirror of the ladies' room one last glance. Her hair, which she'd pulled up into a ponytail after she spent five minutes drying it with paper towels, was still a little damp, and most of her makeup had been wiped off. But at least she no longer looked like a drowned rat.
Another day in the glamorous life of a Hollywood star’s assistant.
No one said it was going to be easy. When your job puts you in the path of the rich and entitled, nobodies like her tend to get sideswiped. Is it worth it? she wondered. H
