If Dru wanted to shoot her shot, she was welcome to. Amanda had bigger problems. Like what the hell she was going to do if she ran into Sam at this wedding. Maybe she should tell Helene what actually happened after Kata and Rina’s party, that she hadn’t gone straight home to get some much-needed sleep. She could totally trust Helene with the dirty details of that night, but Amanda wasn’t one to kiss and tell. Especially when there wasn’t much to tell beyond the intimate bits she wanted to keep to herself. That she’d really spent the night in Sam Pleasant’s arms.

No. It was Helene’s wedding weekend. She was not going to bother her with her petty problems. If she ran into Sam and he mentioned their night together, she would simply remind him why they were both there. For Helene and Ignacio’s special day. Not to rehash the interesting things Sam could do with his thumb. Forcing herself to shake the thoughts off, she opened the email at the top of her inbox. Valentina’s assistant had finally replied, confirming Dru’s Met Gala fitting for the following afternoon.

She idly listened as they moved on to less interesting gossip. By the time Dru was back to her normal human self, Amanda had caught up on all her emails. She thanked Tally and Patience, then followed Dru back out into the rain.

“Have you talked to my mom?” she asked, her tone cold again.

“She’s still in Malibu, but she said she’ll get back in time to meet you for breakfast tomorrow.”

“No she won’t.”

Amanda fell silent until their short walk brought them back to Dru’s car in its reserved parking space. She held the umbrella until Dru was behind the wheel of the matte red G-Wagon she’d bought herself at the end of the last season. She never let Amanda drive, which suited her just fine. Freed up her hands to do more admin work as they made their way back to Dru’s apartment.

Amanda buckled her seat belt and waited until they left the studio lot before she went on.

“Your mom is going to meet you after your workout tomorrow at ten for breakfast and then at one you have your audition for the Spright holiday movie.”

“Ugh.”

“Remember,” Amanda said carefully. “This was the one you wanted. You were so excited when you heard they were interested in talking to you.” Yes, that had been six months ago, but that didn’t change the fact that Dru had not so secretly been dreaming of starring in a made-for-TV holiday romance since she was twelve.

“Do you think Sam Pleasant would date a TV movie actor?” she asked wistfully.