"Sure." I smile sweetly.

"I heard about your new BFFs in Hollywood Nation." Liz nudges me when the photographer is out of earshot. "You didn't tell me you guys went on vacay together."

"Very funny," I say and explain what happened. "What about you? Tell me about your trip."

"The Grand Wailea Resort Hotel and Spa is perfection," Liz gushes. "You have to go. It's pretty quiet so you need company. I don't think I could have handled two weeks if I hadn't met Mikayla." I nod. "She's been so helpful about NYU and --"

"Excuse me, Liz," Enid interrupts, smiling sweetly. "Your father's business associate is here and I was hoping to get a picture of you two together." Liz's dad is a famed entertainment lawyer whose clients include most A-listers, and a lot of TV stars, like me. Liz and I met when I became her dad's client years ago.

"I'll be right back," Liz tells me apologetically.

While I'm waiting, I survey our table. There are six chairs, but Liz and I are the only two seated yet. Two Disney Channel stars walk over seconds later and quietly say hello. I've met them both at other events, but I don't know them too well. They drop their own Cinch purses on the chairs, pushing aside the pretty pink Cinch gift bags, and head off to shop. I start looking over the luncheon menu and hear a loud crash. A waiter carrying a tray full of beverages has collided with Lauren Cobb and Ava Hayden. Lauren's clear drink sloshes all over her dress. "Watch it!" she barks.

"Sorry about that." Liz slides into her chair next to mine. "What's going on?"

I shrug. "I don't know," I say as I watch Enid rush over to Lauren and Ava and begin apologizing.

"So where were we?" Liz asks.

"Um . . ." There have been so many distractions, I can't remember. "I don't know." We both laugh.

"What about you?" Liz takes a sip of her seltzer. "How is FA?"

I'm glad she asked because I've been dying to talk to Liz about this. Just a month ago, I was feeling so confident about leaving FA behind, but now that the end is right in front of me, I'm not so sure. I'm about to tell Liz exactly that when I hear someone behind us clear their throat. I turn around.

Sky is standing behind me with her friend Elle Porter, a C-lister known more for her botched boob job than her body of work. She gives us a half smile. "I need you," Sky tells me as she leans in close and smiles for a nearby photographer. "Enid wants us to do a quick interview together. It's for Celebrity Nation."

"Take your time," Liz insists. "I'm going to buy that bag I wanted before anyone else gets it."

Ten minutes turns into twenty and I rush back to our table, where Liz is making small talk with the girls sitting next to us. "That took longer than I thought it would," I apologize. "Where were we?" I know where we were. I was about to tell Liz about my mini-meltdown on set, but I don't want to be rude and just start talking about myself.