prince, or he was just a man very comfortable with wearing a sash.
Lilah’s eyes widened as she watched the screen, totally captivated.
“Yesterday it was driving me crazy because I knew that I recognized Sasha, but I’d never watched Sunset Bay. When I got home last night I remembered, it was this movie, The Enchanted Kiss.”
That couldn’t be the name of the movie. My mom must’ve seen my disbelief because she smiled from ear to ear. Well, damn. That was a little too on the nose.
Chapter 13
Sasha
“Regret is about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked as I held onto the door handle with one hand and my phone with the other as Gam took the right turn on two wheels. Well not quite on two wheels, but the woman was scary behind the wheel.
It had nothing to do with her age, either. She’d always driven like she was being chased by the police or the cartel. In Wishing Well, it wasn’t as scary as it was in Los Angeles when she’d come out to visit.
“I didn’t have the chance, Chipmunk. Ya pounced on him like a cheetah on her prey.”
That was not a visual I wanted to think about, but at least she didn’t say cougar. I was pretty sure that Beau was older than me, but it still wasn’t something I wanted to be described as.
“And right after you stopped sucking face, I got you out of there.”
“Thank you.” I still couldn’t believe that it had happened. I’d been on the phone with Gen, Hannah, and my agent and manager all afternoon. Everyone had a different opinion on how we should spin this. I just wanted it to go away.
“Where are we going?” My right hip settled back down on the seat as we came out of the turn.
“It doesn’t matter. You just need to get out of the house and be around real people. Not on that thing.” Her eyes cut to my iPhone.
I gripped it tighter, scared that she was going to take it away from me. Gam didn’t really subscribe to the idea that I was an adult and she couldn’t actually punish me. A few years back, when she’d visited me in California, she threatened to ground me if I didn’t finish my dinner. Gam didn’t play. And it didn’t matter my age, I was still her granddaughter and had to abide by her wishes.
Which is why when she’d said that I needed to “get my rear in gear and come on” I hadn’t questioned where were going. I’d just followed her out to the car and got in.
My phone dinged. I looked down and saw that it was a message from Hannah letting me know that TMZ had just picked up the story. Before now it was mainly soap sites that had run with it.
“Shit,” I whispered under my breath as I clicked on the link to the story.
“Language, missy.”
I quickly apologized. “Sorry.”
Gam called me “missy” or “little missy” when she was reprimanding me.
The video was still loading when we pulled into a long driveway with balloons tied from trees that lined it.
“Are we going to a party?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t bring a present.”
“I signed it from both of us.” Gam motioned to the back seat.
I looked and saw that there was a large bag with a fairy princess using her wand to write Happy Birthday.
“Is this a kid’s party?”
Normally, I’d be excited. I loved kids, and babies. But right now, I just didn’t feel like I had the energy to face anyone, much less tiny bundles of energy.
“Yes. It is.”
“Gam, I really don’t want to do this.”
She parked the car next to several others and grabbed her purse from the floor by my feet. When she straightened back up, she pulled out her lipstick, adjusted the mirror, and began applying a fresh coat of bright pink to her lips.
“I’m serious, Gam. I can come back and pick you up, but I don’t want to stay.”
With a pop of her lips she turned to me and without an ounce of empathy said, “Too bad. So sad. You’re comin’ in.” Then she replaced the lipstick cap and shoved it back in her purse.
“I don’t want to see people right now. Plus, this is all hitting the fan. It’s a PR nightmare.” I turned my phone around and showed her that just in the short drive over here, I’d had dozens of Google alerts go off.
“Well, Chipmunk, then it’s