The Hollywood Pact

Twelve

DAISY

Living in a mansion in Malibu? Not bad. I could get used to that.

Just on my way to the nearest bakery, I almost ran into that singer that cheated on his girlfriend a couple days ago. When I went to buy my coffee, I had to ask a Victoria Secrets model for a dollar. She gave me a dirty look.

Now, I was sitting in Guy's huge kitchen with a cup of coffee and my laptop. My fingers tremble with the ideas bubbling in my head. Here, in Malibu, with the sea at my side and all those famous people up close a new flow of ideas rushed in my head.

I started to write.

LADY EVERLYE

by Daisy Lynton

INT. - LADY HARRISONE'S PALACE - AFTERNOON

LADY LYNTON walks down the halls of her friend's house and bumps into the Duke of Sheffield. She's surprised. She didn't expect to see him here. But also she's stunned by how his eyes looked so much bluer than the description people gave him. It was almost like looking at the bottom of the ocean on a sunny day.

LYNTON: Oh, my apologies, your grace

CARVER: It was nothing.

LYNTON smiled weakly.

CARVER: We haven't been introduced

LYNTON: Lady Daisy Lynton, I'm the second daughter of the Viscount of Oakland. Forgive me for the inconvenience, but what is your grace doing here? I thought you would be in London for the season.

CARVER: Please, you can call me Guy. I don't fit into these societal rules.

CARVER smiles in a ravishing way. DAISY kept staring at him, because she asked a question and it wasn't answered.

CARVER: Oh yes, my coming to Somerset was not planned...

There is a pause as CARVER circles LYNTON to the nearest window. He stares at the horizon under DAISY's piercing gaze (Do I have a piercing gaze?).

CARVER: I believe you heard about the death of a peasant woman who lived near my house? I'm here to investigate what happened.

DAISY looks at him with a new interest on her face (Please change that. Daisy "looks" too much and does too little).

LYNTON: Lady Brandi Mann. I happen to know the Manns. A very humble family that worked for my father.

LYNTON: I can offer my help. Glad to.

CARVER accepts, but not because he needs her help. Just as Daisy's help is not motivated by her pure soul.

Oh my God. What the hell am I doing? I'm writing a fanfic with Guy Carver?! I covered my mouth in horror.

This was insanity.

But to be honest, I felt the story flowed a lot better that way and I was finally able to put a face on my characters, so it wasn't a big deal, right?

In fact, Guy would make a great Duke of Lancashire. And even though I wasn't an actress, I kind of inspired Lady Everlye in me — minus the homicides and everything.

As long as I changed the names back to what I had previously chosen, I think it would be okay for Duke Guy Carver of Sheffield to stay a little longer.

Speaking of the devil. I hadn't seen him since yesterday when he showed me the upstairs guest room. The room looked like it had never been used.