ERIN
“Holy s**t, Erin, you are a stone cold gangster! Jack O’Donnell? Like, what the f**k?” Sasha catches up to me as I’m on my way to the main stage.
Her attention is making me blush.
“That is the guy you were talking about, right?” she asks with astonishment.
I nod, trying to suppress the goofy smile I know is threatening to come out. He makes me lose my mind.
“Just wow.” Sasha let out a loud breath.
“Do you think he noticed my attempted curtsey?” Sasha cringes.
“I’m pretty sure he noticed,” I give her the side eye.
“I’m never gonna live that down.” Sasha shakes her head in dismay.
“Nope,” I laugh.
We continue to walk.
“I want details,” Sasha chirps.
“Later,” I promise.
“I still can’t believe you were able to get me a press pass.” Sasha has a huge smile on her face. “So many
