OPHELIA
I heard three knocks on my door before Charlotte opened it.
"You're not dressed," she said, blinking at the robe I hadn't bothered to change out of.
"I'm well aware," I replied.
"We've got a shoot in an hour,” Charlotte said stepping completely into the room. “The press package goes out at noon."
I didn't glance up from the folder in front of me. "Then reschedule."
Her heels were muted on the carpet as she walked toward me. "You approved this. It is in the contract."
"I agreed to damage control,” I said. “I didn’t agree to cuddling up for some photographer's fantasy."
Charlotte exhaled and fell onto the edge of the couch. "Look, I get it. I do,” she didn’t but I didn’t tell her that. “But they've already gotten the move-in leaked. Paparazzi are camping on the sidewalk of
