Hazel
A thrill of triumph coursed through me as I scanned the last media page, a beam of satisfaction spreading across my lips. My plan was working perfectly.
I had quietly done my background work in the shadows, connecting with every major media house, blog, and news channel. The result was a coordinated storm of publicity for my new movie role. The movie official photo featured me dressed as a nurse, tenderly caring for a patient—a formidable old woman who was a dead ringer for Mrs. Longhill.
The public had connected the dots instantly.
“Is this a hint? Mrs. Longhill just had knee surgery, and Hazel is playing a nurse for a similar character!”
“Wedding bells should be ringing already!”
“Can't wait for the wedding gala and photoshoot!”
Exactly. That was the entire point. The troll
