I'd gone back to the old Wallace family mansion to have dinner and chat with the old man, and in the time it took to finish that meal, rumors that I used stunt doubles blew up online.
Tons of anti-fans were raising a huge fuss in my X comments, and they'd already tanked a bunch of my goodwill with casual passersby.
The #DarlaStuntDouble tag lingered at the very bottom of the hot search list for ages.
Then Kyla hopped online and posted her own X, claiming she was a huge fan of mine, that she'd taken the stunt double gig out of pure admiration. She rambled on about how I didn't know how to ride a horse and that particular scene was super dangerous, yada yada.
I could barely stop cackling when I read it.
Then came the real kicker. My agent logged into my X account, tagged the loudest ant
