“What in the world have you gotten yourself into now?”
Monty Verona was clearly not happy, and even though Rome knew there would be dire consequences for all that had happened, he’d never been happier to see his father, or the lawyer by his side. Franklin McNair was one of the top lawyers in all of California, probably the country. If anyone could make sure Rome wasn’t charged with anything, it was Mr. McNair.
Ella had agreed to stay at her aunt’s house. Tim’s dad was on his way home from New York City and would be there in a few hours. In the meantime, Aunt Gen had taken something pretty potent that was helping her sleep. Henry had gone back to Teresa’s house. He’d promised to let her family know what had gone on so she wouldn’t have to call any of them. Her dad had still called, but Ella didn’t have much to say to him. She was numb.One of Aunt Gen’s butlers announced she had a visitor; Ella blinked a few times and looked up at th
Rome’s mother was still crying. He’d been home for a few hours, and she was still sobbing as if he was the one that was dead. His father and McNair had spent most of that time in the study while Rome sat in his bloodstained shirt with his arm around his mother, apologizing.Eventually, the two men came out. “Lacy, why don’t you leave us be for a few moments?” Monty asked in a tone that conveyed it wasn’t a question.
About an hour after Mary had gone home, saying she’d consider Ella’s offer to come and work for her as her personal assistant, the same butler who’d led Mary in earlier ushered in new guests, unwanted ones.Ella had been sitting with her bare feet tucked underneath her, staring at the wall, but when her father, his lawyer, Bob Shiner, and Henry walked in, Ella stood, not sure what she should do. The three of them were dressed in suits, and the older gentlemen looked extremely serious, as if Ella was th
The tinkling of pebbles hitting his window roused Rome from an uncomfortable, fitful sleep. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was past 3:00 in the morning. He thought he’d fallen asleep a little after midnight, but he’d been awake off and on for so long, he wasn’t sure what time it had been the last time he dozed off.Clanking noises continued to get his attention. Rome sat up, brushed back his hair, and took a deep breath. He assumed it had to be Bart throwing the rocks. He lived next door after all. He would wait until the chances were that e
Mark’s memorial ceremony was small. His parents, brother, and some other relatives were there, as well as Rome and his parents, Bart and his parents, and a few other close friends. Despite his fame and fortune, when it came to his services, his parents wanted only those most important to their son to be there.The pastor was talking about how Mark’s life had been cut so short, how he would’ve done great things if he’d lived, but that they’d never know why God saw fit to end his life so quickly. Rome wasn’t really listening to any of
The cemetery was beautiful. Flowers and plants in bloom were everywhere Ella looked. The sky was a brilliant blue, and it didn’t quite seem to go with the melancholy mood of the occasion. The casket they were about to lower into the ground contained the body of one of the most wonderful people she’d ever known. How dare the sky be anything but gray?Hundreds of people were there. Tim’s parents had decided to allow anyone who wanted to come to do so. Ella thought it was an odd choice, but who was she to argue with them?
No one noticed the vial. As soon as Ella got back to her parents’ house, she went up to her room--which was on the second floor now, not the attic--and promptly took it out and hid it. She was expecting a phone call from Bart to explain what it was and what she was supposed to do with it, but she didn’t even know for sure that it was Bart who had handed it to her.She sat through an uncomfortable dinner with her father, stepmother, Anna, Drew, and Henry where hardly anyone said a word, and her stepsisters spent most of the time sobbing, as if they had lost
The pounding in Rome’s head made him think he must’ve been assaulted by a brute with a sledgehammer. He opened his eyes as far as he dared, just a slit, and immediately wished he hadn’t. There wasn’t much light in the room, wherever he was, but even the soft glow from the open window and the clock next to the bed was enough to make him nauseated.“Are you awake?”
Nervous energy bubbled throughout the theater. Dressed in probably the most amazing gown she’d ever seen in her life, including her wedding dress, Ella sat next to Rome holding his hand, and waiting for his award category to come up. The long red ball gown shimmered in the dim light, its full skirt moving and flowing when she walked like butterflies’ wings. If Rome’s category didn’t come up soon, she thought she might explode with anxiety. It already seemed like they’d been waiting for half a day, even though it had only been a few hours since they’d gotten into the limo and made their way to the famous theater in Hollywood where the biggest award show of the year was always held.
It was a gamble. Attending Henry’s funeral was a risk because there would be people there who knew her as Ella Sinders, and as Juliet stood on the periphery, watching the black clad mourners gather around the casket where the pastor was speaking, she spotted the one person she most needed to avoid in the whole world--her father.Of course he was there. Even though Henry’s father had disowned him after he stabbed Rome and then killed himself, refusing to even fly his son’s body back to his native France or attend the funeral himself, Lloyd Sinders had
The fuzzy feeling in his head radiated down his entire body as Rome tried to open his eyes and found it much more difficult to do so than he’d ever experienced in his life. The realization that his arms and legs were heavy, that there were tubes protruding from various body parts, and that there was a steady beeping sound in the darkened room reminded him of what had happened as his eyes finally opened a crack.“Oh, thank goodness!” His mother’s sobbing voice was not at all what he wanted to hear upon realizing he was still alive, that Henry ha
Sitting in the hospital waiting room, Ella was doing her best to keep herself together, but she was struggling. The ambulance had arrived quickly to the scene at Capressies, where Rome lay in her arms, bleeding from the wound in his back near his lung. Henry had buried a six inch steak knife to the hilt. Whether or not it had collapsed Rome’s lung, she didn’t know. No one would tell her anything.The police had arrived a few minutes after the ambulance. While the EMTs worked to stabilize Rome, the officers had asked her a slew of questions about what had h
Not seeing Henry had become nearly impossible. Juliet had absolutely no desire to see him whatsoever, but his constant calling and insisting that she go out with him was getting old. Now that he no longer had control of Rome’s contract, she decided it was time to rip off the band-aid. She’d already told Parker that they were just going to have to be friends, a realization he hadn’t taken well, but she thought he’d get over. She wasn’t sure how Henry would react.She walked into Capressies knowing he was there already. She was purposely tw
Rome walked into the sound stage building, dreading every step he took closer to another day of pretending to chase around unicorns and annihilate them. Drew’s acting was almost as atrocious as the script. The little girl wasn’t bad to work with, but she could only be there for a few hours each day. He spent most of his time listening to Guy argue with the set construction team, hating his life, and praying that the lawyers would hurry up and process the sale of his contract from Henry to Lloyd. It had been two weeks since the Montage show, and so far, nothing had changed, even though he’d only given Lloyd one week to get it done initially. Every day, he walked past the Vinune, wrapped and stored in his living room so that if and when the sale went through, he
“Well, tell me all about it!” Fae insisted as Ella came into her room at the nursing home and settled onto the couch. She had two cups of tea ready on a silver server. Ella wondered how she’d managed that without a kitchen but figured Fae had her ways. The staff absolutely adored her, for good reason. “Did you have a nice time?”Ella smiled at her, slightly amused that she was most concerned about whether or not Ella had had a pleasant experience. She honestly couldn’t say that she had, but she’d choose her words carefully for
Walking away from his wife when she clearly wanted to talk to him wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but Rome knew it was more important for Juliet to speak to Henry at the moment. She could talk to him later--at home. Besides, he wasn’t sure he wanted to speak to her considering what he’d done. The bottom line was, they’d gotten what they wanted. Or, they would, as soon as Sinders sent him the finalized contract.He stood in the back of the gallery, speaking to actress Chrissy Indiana, not hearing a damn word she was saying, despite the fact that
Schmoozing the filthy rich wasn’t something even Juliet enjoyed (Ella despised it) but it was part of her job as owner and chief executive officer of Montage, so she put her head down and did it. So far, it had made her a lot of money. After her first show, months earlier, she didn’t think it was possible to bring in much more revenue at one event, but she’d been very wrong. Even without the Vinune, she was going to make three times more money than she had at the first show, in profits alone. She was sitting in a good position to be able to buy Henry’s entire company outright if she wanted to.