Roxanne's POV
I'm throwing up in the construction site porta-potty as the restrooms are still in construction, when I hear the vehicles pull up outside.
Glamorous, right?
Morning sickness has decided that today, of all days, the day of my big magazine interview is the perfect time to remind me who's really in control. Spoiler alert: it's not me.
I quickly rinse my mouth, check my reflection in my phone camera, and try to look like a woman who has her life together.
“Fake it till you make it, Roxanne.”
When I finally step outside, Donna and her team are offloading so much equipment , one will think they're at the site of creating a blockbuster movie.
There's a photographer, a makeup artist who immediately looks at me with predatory interest, and a stylist who looks like she wants
