Falling for the Starlet

ling. The studio entrance was twenty feet away,

me. -

end? And what kind of t

buzzed ag

g today! You

Break a leg, or get broken by whate

s her shot, mysterious text or not. If someone was trying to scare h

th, Lucy walked thr

Marti

pensive suit approache

Walsh. Ready fo

day who'd dismissed her without a glance. This Jennifer was professio

said, sliding her p

money and bigger dreams. Lucy had been in plenty of casting offices, but nothing like this. Eve

r explained as they walked down a long corridor. "She's

-to-ceiling windows. Through the glass, Lucy could

said, opening the door. "Sho

ee people sat at the table, but her attention was drawn to the woman at

Sandra said warm

fidence. To Sandra's left sat a man she recognized as the c

notice," Sandra continued. "I under

cy's cheeks. "Ye

do." Sandra leaned back in her chair, studying her wit

roach to character development, her availability for the filming schedule. She'd exp

inally said, sliding pages across the table

ve her independence while Marcus, older and more experience

" Sandra said, nodding to

tried to focus on the script, channeling Ele

ou're ready,

Elena. "You can't keep treati

ing," David replied as Marcus.

nger than

use you're shak

efiance show. "I'm

. I'm not someone you

ho were clearly meant for each other despite the obstacles. Lucy lost herself

they finished. "That was exac

art soared

ons this week, but I can tell you that was

ce of advice? This industry can be cutthroat. People will try to psy

ysterious text. "Has that

mes with competition. Just s

ed at the warning message again. Maybe Sandra was ri

ith a new text from

're replacing someone else with you. Th

ting her or scaring her away from opportunity. Some

Lucy stepped out into the lobby, looking around nerv

the exit, just wanting to

low through high-powered binoculars. He'd been tracking Lucy's progress through the bui

away. Then her moment of decision, the straightening of her s

casting just finished with Lucy Martinez

ere she was, walking out of the building with a sp

nown talent a chance. But watching her now, seeing the hope i

ne rang.

He could hear voices in the

sterday?" Caleb asked,

night. My publicist scheduled three more

out this

the magazine cover shoot, rem

stung anyway. "

e photographer's c

he familiar hollow ache in his chest. He loved Theresa desperately, had for two y

ment, he'd forgotten about the distance between him and Th

"Sir, there's been a problem

snapped back. "Wh

the press. There are photographer