My next public meltdown. The words cause my anxiety to spike so badly that if there was a bottle of wine within my grasp, I’d be making short work of it.
“Ali, you need to let me help you.”
“I know you mean well, and I sincerely hope I can turn this around, but even if I can prove that Eva somehow sabotaged me, there are incredibly damning videos circulating that would be hard to explain.”
Jenna’s phone rings. “Let me take this,” she says, waving her phone at me.
Alone with my thoughts, I dare to go to a dark place I’ve been too scared to dwell upon—that my best friend has sold me out.
Looking back, I guess I shouldn’t put it past her. She’s always been catty, borderline vicious, acting as a balance to my pleasant disposition. I guess the reason I liked hanging out with her so much is because she didn’t let anyone give her any shit. I borrowed her confidence, you could say, never expecting it to bite me in the ass.
And now, not only did it probably cost me several film roles, but I’ll never have another chance with Garrett.
And my family will never look at me the same way again.
Jenna returns, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest. Initially, she rubbed me the wrong way, but I have developed enormous respect for her. She’s a smart woman with determination and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
“What is it?” I ask, sensing in her an apprehensive eagerness.
“You’re not gonna like this.”
