Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ida
On set the next day, I hide behind an oversized pair of sunglasses, as though they can make me invisible. Even though I only told Leslie, it’s like I’ve come out to the whole wide world already and I don’t know how to wear this newly out identity. I’m not used to it. It doesn’t feel like me yet, which is a damn shame, because it is me, the one I’ve been hiding all these years.
It’s easy enough to ignore Faye; it just takes a bit more diva-like behavior. But I have Mark as a last line of defense and Mark never lets me down. When I tell him to keep Faye away from me, and make it so we’re not in makeup and wardrobe at the same time, that’s exactly what he will do. I wish he’d do it with zero questions asked, but that’s not really his style.
“You and Faye were so c
