25
Scrubbed clean, and in a fresh dress, I emerge from my room––now ready to win over the world. I head down to the lobby and sense that my luck is already turning around when I spot T.J. near the concierge desk.
I boldly walk over to him, prepared to justify my case and negotiate getting Andrew added to the show roster.
T.J.'s face lights up with fake enthusiasm at my arrival. "Ruthie, darling," he air kisses both of my cheeks.
"I need a favor," I tell him firmly, deciding that he owes me after the way he and his cohorts made me look on the show.
"Anything for you, my dear," the sarcasm is dripping from his voice.
How did I not see what a complete phony he is before? I wonder. It is amazing how the chance at fame had blinded me to the obvious.
"Someone from my past is on the ship,
