[Abbie’s POV]
When the next day comes, I sit silently while not only Elizabeth, but even Camelia, looks over the script that Desmond and I worked late into the night on. My heart hammers in my chest as neither of their faces gives way to what they think of it.
Did they like it? Did they not like it? Would we be told to write another? I could only hope that this made it through and that we could start on the commercial so that it could be released before Christmas. There was so much riding on this that I felt like the weight of the world was slowly beginning to push down on me.
“Interesting,” Camelia finally says, sitting back and crossing one leg over the other. “Tell me, if you were a reader and saw this type of commercial, would you be eager to buy the book?”
For a moment, I don’t sp
