Chapter Thirty-Five
Faye
“Here we go,” Ida says, and takes my hand in hers. No one has asked us to walk onto the red carpet like this, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. I want Ida’s hand in mine. I want nothing more than to be photographed next to her.
I give her a quick nod. It’s been nearly eight months since I kissed Ida at the wrap party of the very movie that’s premiering today—the movie that changed our lives. We’ve been out in public many times, but this is the first time we’re walking onto a red carpet together. The press line is thick. The buzz is frenetic. Everyone wants a shot of us, despite the fact that Ida and I being together is no longer news. Yet, when we step out like this, especially to promote the movie that made it all happen, everyone wants a piece of the acti
