Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
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- One Month Later
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- Six Months Later
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- Twenty-one
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- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
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- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
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- Twenty-one
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- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
I hold my breath as she scans the fine print. If she doesn’t sign this, I’m toast. I can’t ask her any of the burning questions.
Rebecca hands the document to her PA. “What do you think?”
The woman turns the pages with hawk-like eyes, and for the first time, I’m worried. Miss PA doesn’t look like a fool.
“Seems pretty standard, but I don’t think you should sign any document without a lawyer checking it first.” Then she stares up at me. “We can have our in-house attorney go over the disclaimer and send it back signed after the interview.”
Sweat pools under my armpits and on my upper lip. “I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible. Without your explicit permission, we can’t so much as record Mrs. Vanderbilt saying hello, let alone record footage of the inside of the store. If she doesn’t sign, we can’t proceed with the interview at all.” The sweating worsens. I try to inconspicuously wipe away the cold droplets on my forehead.
The mean PA woman doesn’t buy my stream of BS. “Then I suggest we postpone until our lawyers have had time to review these papers.”
“Nonsense,” Rebecca interjects. “Give me the document.”
“Mrs. Vanderbilt,” the PA insists. “I strongly suggest you reconsider.”
Luckily, Aurora’s mother is not very good at taking advice.
With a wave of her hand, she says, “Oh, please. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I hadn’t taken a risk or two down the road. Pen!”
The reluctant PA hands her a Montblanc and Rebecca happily signs her own death warrant. Gotcha!
After three makeup retouches, The Madame is finally ready to go on screen. We sit on the apricot couches outside the fitting rooms, wait a few seconds for the lighting technician to adjust the lamps, and then we’re rolling…
After a few introductory questions, I start laying my trap. “Mrs. Vanderbilt, I don’t know if you remember, but the last time I saw you, we were in LA at Christian’s Slade charity ball for his Teachers without Postcodes fair education project. Given how busy you are as CEO of Maison Vanderbilt, do you often find time to attend charitable events like that one?”
“Coming from a family of entrepreneurs and being an entrepreneur myself, one of the key aspects of my work ethic is giving back to the community. That’s why I always make time for public service, no matter how busy my schedule is. At Maison Vanderbilt, we constantly strain to give more than our due, contributing to various charities on top of our legal obligations.”