Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Murry: Hi Oliver! This is Muriel and this is my new number.
Me: So glad we got everything sorted out. I was ready to book a flight back to be sure you weren't going M.I.A. on me.
Murry: No lol. How's Italy?
Me: I mean it's Italy, of course, it's amazing. But it would be better if a pretty little redhead was here with me...hint hint.
Murry: I don't think so, Ollie. You're going to be busy with work and appearances, I will feel out of place. Besides, I've yet to do some sight-seeing since I got here.
Me: Yes, but after a long day of work it would be so nice to spend some quality time in bed with you. We've got about five years of catch-up to work on.
Murry: Well...I guess we will have five years and one week to catch up on when you get back.
Me: DID YOU JUST SEND A SUGGESTIVE TEXT MURIEL REAZPOE?
Murry: No lol I don't think so. Did it sound that way? I was just stating the obvious.
"Ollie- are you listening?" Denise's heavy Scottish accent cuts into my obvious distraction with texting Muriel.
"Sorry, what was it you were saying?" I look up from my phone, knowing I've got a stupid grin set permanently on my lips.
Denise eyes me suspiciously from the beige large arm-chair near the desk but gathers herself with a quick intake of breath and begins again, "Genevieve from Rivista di stelle will be asking about your thoughts on Thylane's roll in Glass Mirror. She will also be asking about Winter's End and Summer's Starts then of course the personal questions, to which you're used to." Her eyes pin mine when she alludes to something with the last bit of her comment but I don't acknowledge it.
"Brilliant," I state then return my eyes to my phone to begin typing a response to Murry, slouching slightly in my own armchair across from her.
"Ollie? You seem incredibly distracted, is there something you wish to share with me?" Denise's stern voice pulls my attention again from the phone.
"I am completely undistracted."
"Okay, Ollie. I'm not buying it, but if you want to keep this little thing to yourself that's fine. Back to business, Thylane would like to meet at Allessandro's for a brew at noon. You'll have an hour there, then by two PM you need to be back here for the interview with Genevieve. From three to five you'll have a break for whatever your heart desires, then from 5:30-6:30 you'll need to be in your room to get ready for the Glass Mirror premier. 7:00 pm sharp, you'll join Thylane at the Century Theatre . Any questions?"
The entire time she's spoke, I've fought the urge to glance at my phone or keep my thoughts from going back to Muriel, so I simply shake my head, knowing Denise will be sure to keep me on track.
