The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 56

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Lauren closed her eyes, attempting to shut out the sounds around her. It wasn't the noise that bothered her. Rather, it was the inescapable feeling that despite her role in the film she was useless between takes; just another prop in a set littered with them.

"Lauren ," a voice called, startling the actress.

Green eyes opened at once to find Dinah standing in front of her.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for ignoring you lately," Dinah said, her words sounding strangely rehearsed.

The apology caught Lauren off-guard.

"You had every right—"

"I know," Dinah interrupted. "But I shouldn't have done it. It was rude, and immature ... and it was just my way of dealing with an uncomfortable situation."

"I understand," Lauren replied.

Dinah nodded, moving over so she could stand closer to Lauren . "But I want to ask you a few things." Lauren braced herself. "Shoot."

"Why did you do it?"

The actress shifted uncomfortably and looked down at the ground. A piece of paper caught her attention for no other reason than she wanted to avoid answering the question. "It's not an easy answer to give," she replied.

"Why? Because it doesn't make you look good?" Dinah asked sharply.

"How do you justify doing something you knew all along was wrong?" Lauren asked.

"You can't."

"Precisely," Lauren replied catching Dinah's gaze. "I could give you many reasons, but none would be good enough."

"Try me," Dinah challenged.

Lauren glanced around the set, looking for Normani . She hoped the director would motion her away from the inquisition.

Unfortunately, the director was busy talking to the assistant director. Resigned, Lauren turned back to Dinah . "I knew if I told her the truth that things would change between us. I was scared to lose her as a friend."

"You must lead a lonely existence if a stranger you met on the computer means that much to you," Dinah said.

Lauren lowered her gaze. "I do."

Dinah nodded, leaning her back against the wall. After a long moment, she finally spoke. "Camila , too," she said softly. "I mean, she's got me and all, but it's not the same." She shook her head. "She changed a lot when you entered the picture. She was happier. And I never really understood how you could be made happy by words on a computer screen, but ..." She waved a hand dismissively.

Lauren waited for Dinah to continue. She wasn't sure what the redhead was trying to imply, and even less what to say in response.

Dinah glanced up at Lauren's face and nodded. "I get it, I think; why you did it. At first, I figured it was a game to you, for fun. But looking at you now I think you look about as miserable as Camila does. And that's pretty miserable. So, that's got to mean you care."

Lauren looked away, embarrassed that her feelings were so transparent. She worried that if Dinah looked hard enough, she'd notice just how much Lauren cared.

"Anyway, I'm going to go have my daily argument with the wardrobe lady," Dinah announced, sounding less than pleased by the idea. "She has no taste, seriously. Take care, Laura." Dinah winked as she walked away. "Check your email when you get the chance," she said over her shoulder.