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The oldest love affair in Hollywood is that of an actor with themself. It’s not so much that they love who they are—but they fall for that image on the screen. They fall for the way that the public looks at them. They fall for the story that they’re telling. But the problem is, that story is a lie. The affair is a farce.
One that would require a task force, press conferences, a media liaison, and a mountain of oversight. They’d have to do everything perfectly, while not ruffling any feathers.
Her awe of the environment that was always followed by the painful recognition that it would forever belong to someone else.
The next twenty-four hours might, quite literally, determine their next twenty-four years.
She had learned so much from Momma Beth—mostly that outward appearances meant everything, and that the right facade could hide everything you held in your heart.
“Because right now, I need both chaos and stability. One day, I promise, I’ll get over that and only be with you. He’ll understand.”
When Nora stepped in front of Hugh, she was a project, a future star with unlimited potential, a career that he could engineer for success. When Nora stepped in front of Trent, she was a sexual goddess he craved with an addiction unmatched by drugs or alcohol.
She would marry Hugh Iverson and become the queen of this castle and live a life of security and respectability, complete with a villa in Spain, more money than she could ever spend, and the recognition and adoration of millions.
That was the problem with being a parent in this business. The love was like a weight around your mind, dragging you down into the depths of what could happen to them. And in this town, that was a big depth with no bottom in sight.
The money was always where she started. Money talks, and it always had a lot to say about a person’s mental and financial health.
“This is Hugh. All of the tapes are of Hugh.” “Is this a third-person reference, or are you saying that you’re not Hugh?” Kevin asked. “I’m saying that Hugh killed all of those women and that I’m not Hugh. I’m Trent.”
“Look, Hugh and I had a shitty childhood. I dealt with it by getting drunk and high. Hugh dealt with it by tracking down parents who make their kids sick and killing them.”
promise, somewhere inside, I do have common sense and intelligence. I’m going to work on finding that, and rediscovering myself, away from Hollywood and the cameras.
