Totally unrealistic! I have lots of friends and none of them has ever behaved like the protagonist in this book. And the ending was so predictable. Hated it.

Blaire’s hands were poised over the keyboard while she thought.

Maybe your friends are as stupid as you are. Or maybe you don’t have any friends. How could it be unrealistic and predictable too? Go screw yourself.

She was laughing, really enjoying herself. She spent the rest of the day answering the bad reviews. That would show them. Who did they think they were? Had they written tons of books? They were probably frustrated writers who were jealous of her. It was about time someone stood up for authors.

Her agent called the next day.

“Blaire, what’s going on? Please tell me that you’ve been hacked.”

“I wasn’t hacked. It’s about time someone did something about those trolls.”

There was silence on the other end.

“Are you still there?” Blaire asked.

He sighed. “Yes. Blaire, the publisher is threatening to cancel your contract. Everyone’s buzzing about this. It’s bad.”

“Oh, come on. What’s the big deal? Why is it okay for them to say horrible things about me, but I can’t say anything about them? That’s not fair.”

“Because it’s just not done. You’ve stooped to their level, and it’s made you look insane and vindictive.”

A few weeks later, her publisher had indeed dropped her, then her agent, and no one would touch her after that. But none of that mattered now. Being a movie star was way better than being a best-selling author. She couldn’t wait to see herself on the silver screen. She looked at her Cartier watch. It was almost time.

There was a knock at her door.

“Come in.”

“It’s time for your medication, Ms. Barrington.”

Where was her assistant? Who was this woman?

“What are you doing in my bedroom? It’s time for my premiere. Where’s my assistant?”

The woman smiled at her. “You’re right. It’s almost time for the movie to start. But you need to take your pills first, remember? They make you feel better.” She wheeled in a cart and took a little white cup from it and a cup of water, handing them to Blaire.

It wasn’t a bad idea to take something to calm her opening-night jitters. She took the cup and downed the pills. “Please call down to the limo and tell my husband I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, Ms. Barrington,” the woman said as she left the room.

Blaire took a final look in the mirror. She could only see herself from the waist up. Why hadn’t Seth gotten her a full-length mirror yet? How was she supposed to see how she looked in this crappy little mirror? She opened the door and went out into the hallway.