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“I’d put good money on Leo’s father,” Wesley says. “She talks about her parents plenty, and the way she talks about them doesn’t give me any indication it was them.”
“You know, now that you mention it, she does completely shut down or avoid even the possibility of talking about him.”
“I think we need to get to the bottom of things, but we’ve got to deal with Dimitria and meeting her parents, and she’s already a wreck. I think prying too soon will only make things worse,” Phillip says.
“So, what’s the plan?” I ask.
“One thing at a time. We’ll deal with the promo, and we’re going to be supportive and not cause trouble for her.” Phillip glares at Wesley. “Then we’ll deal with the whole meeting the parents thing. After that, there should be time enough to start digging into the ex-husband and what happened there.”
“I still think we should tear Dimitria a new one.” Wesley crosses his arms across his chest.
Phillip shakes his head. “If you saw the look in her eyes when I even hinted at standing up for her, you’d be on my side.”
“Fine, I'll do the damn thing and not make a fuss about it, but if Dimitria tries to pull this stunt again, the gloves are coming off,” Wesley grumbles.
“What about the rest of my plan?”
“I’m on board with it. Not sure I’ve been through enough anger management to do more than one of those things at a time.”
“Okay.” Phillip nods. “ And what about you, Jamie?”
“The whole plan sounds good, but if Dimitria tries to pull that crap during filming, I will be saying something.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
So that's how I find myself on campus at the crack of dawn a week later with some cosmetology student painting me up like a harlot.
I used to wonder why Julia used to take so long to get her makeup done to go out, and here I am ten years later, grumbling about the same thing with Avery on the rare occasions we all go out.
Now that I’m having the experience for myself… let’s just say I'm never going to complain about it again.
When I'm finally out of the torture chair, I go and join Avery off to the side.
The corners of her lips twitch. “You certainly look pretty.”
“I am quite stunning, yes,” I say dryly.
“You rival the morning sun with that dewy glow of yours.” She nods solemnly.
“Well, at least there's some breakfast to console you for not being the prettiest one on set.” I gesture to the picnic table on the quad.
“Bad news on that front, I'm afraid.”
“Please don't tell me it's plastic.” I groan.
“Alright, I won't tell you, but I wouldn't advise attempting to bite into it.” Avery smirks.
“It's bad enough that Dimitria forced us all into this, but no breakfast either? I'm going to stage a mutiny.”
Her face falls. “I'm sorry I dragged the three of you into this. I should have let you refuse.”
“Let me make one thing clear to you. You didn’t drag any of us into anything. Dimitria bullied you into saying yes to strong arm us into doing this. She’s been after us to do promos for the academy for years, and we've said no every single time. It’s always been about the students for us and she knows that. Why else would we take time away from our careers and businesses to do this work if we didn’t want to help people? She’s just finally found a student of ours that she could bully into doing it, and she used that against us.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stand up to her,” she says, hanging her head.
Right now, what I want more than anything is to hunt down her ex and make him pay for whatever he did to her.
Unfortunately, that’s the one thing I absolutely cannot do right now. Especially since I don’t know his name.
