Chapter 3
“My nose itches and it’s driving me up a tree.” Anna’s scowl filled Chris’ phone screen. She sat on a director’s chair in what looked like a dressing room, wrapped in a fluffy periwinkle robe with her hair styled into waves that Chris could guess were nowhere near as effortless as they looked.
Chris speared a marinara-covered tortellini with her fork and popped it into her mouth. “Then scratch it,” she said between bites.
“I can’t!” Anna exclaimed. “I’m all made up for this interview. I don’t want to smear anything. It’s that airbrush stuff, but still. Honestly, it’s been a month of constant hair and makeup, you think I’d be used to it by now.”
“Don’t you do hair and makeup for every project?” Chris asked.
“Yeah,” Anna replied, “but this is way more intense. Everything’s mor
