it’s covering,” he says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s that it hugs everything.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I tell him, throwing up my hands.
“Of course, you don’t because you’re oblivious,” he says, and now I shake my head.
“I’m in no mood for whatever this is,” I tell him, waving back and forth between us while grabbing my purse. “You honestly woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Walking past him and out of the trailer, I head to the craft service and sit at one of the plastic tables after I get another cup of coffee. I obviously need more caffeine. My nerves are on the edge of the freaking Grand Canyon. There is nothing wrong with my outfit, and now I’m a bit pissed that I have to work on the plastic table, but I grab my computer and fire it up to see what the world of social media has in store for us today. I go on his Instagram, and I gasp out in shock. He put up two pictures from yesterday. The one selfie he took with the stupid caption “ain’t no mountain high enough” has two million likes and seven thousand comments. Then the other one he put on is the picture he took of us. I laugh at the caption, which is “I don’t know who is prettier.” I also see that there are three million likes and eight thousand comments, and I scroll through them to finally see that mostly everyone agrees he is the prettier one. No surprise there.
“All by yourself?” I hear a soft voice and look up at Jennifer. I smile at her and move my purse.
“Not for long, if you want to join me,” I tell her, and she sits down with her tray of a bagel and juice. “How are you?”
“I’m tired, but I’m just taking it all in,” she says, sitting down.
“Is this the first time for you to work on a movie set?” I ask, and she nods.
“I’m an intern,” she says, and I smile and lean in.
“Me, too,” I whisper, and a shocked look comes over her face.
She leans in also and whispers, “No way.”
“Yes,” I tell her. “I’m at the end of my internship.”
She picks up her juice and brings it to her mouth. “But you just have that thing . . .” she starts to say, and I look at her. “That whole ‘I know what I’m doing’ vibe.”
I laugh at her. “Then I have you fooled because I have no idea what I’m doing,” I tell her. “I was a month away from finishing my internship when they gave me the biggest opportunity that was clearly something I couldn’t say no to.”
“Really?” she says, taking a bite of her bagel. “I mean, that’s good, right?”
“It’s great. It’s just the biggest job that I’ve ever had, and if I fail, I lose the chance to work in New York, which is a dream for me.” I take a sip of my coffee. “If I can keep Carter’s image intact for the next thirty days, then I might actually succeed.”
“Oh, dear,” she says, and I just look at her.
“Yeah, so far, so good. But I have to change or rebrand him, so to speak. So as long as he keeps it zipped up, we’re all winning. He gets a brand-new image, and I get my dream job,” I tell her. I don’t know why it bothers me to say that, but it just does. It’s been over a week since he’s been in the paper with a girl, and people have already moved on to the next scandal.
“Well, I think you are winning,” she says. Before I can tell her all the ways I’m failing and that we’re barely one-quarter of the way through my sentence, I look up to see Ivan coming toward her. “Good morning, Ivan.”
“Good morning, ladies,” he says, smiling at us, then turns to Jennifer. “We are thirty minutes out. Can you get Carter?”
She nods and throws down her bagel, and I get up. “That’s okay. I’m going back there now,” I say even though I wasn’t. She needs to eat. “I’ll tell him.”
“Are you sure?” Jennifer asks, and I just smile at her.
“Yes. You finish your breakfast, and I’ll get him,” I say, grabbing my bag. “Thanks for chatting with me,” I tell her and then look at Ivan. “See you soon.”
Walking out of the