CHAPTER 34
VIOLET
Aaaaaand…. Back to reality. Or at least, reality TV.
Last night, I’d arrived at the beach house to be greeted by Lucas with the joyous news of a script reveal the next morning. What a time to give up drinking.
“How many more of these do you think we’ll have?” I asked.
“We must be more than halfway.”
“Scott scared the crap out of me in our scenes the other day. I know he was only acting, but the way he got all up in my face…” I shuddered. “I almost don’t want him to come back.”
“Think positive—this nightmare will soon be over, and we’ll never have to eat breakfast with Mikki again. How was your trip home?”
Hmm, how did I describe it? “A mix of good and bad. Constructive, I guess.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“I’ve decided that Trent isn’t the man for me.”
“Really? Bu
