“They aren’t together?” Reality began to set in.
There was a pause. “No.”
“So, it’s true then.”
“Adelia.”
“Is she with … him?” She couldn’t say his name.
“I’m sorry, Adelia. She is.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
“I would advise you to get away from Los Angeles for a while too. At least until the initial shock blows over.”
“It’s never going to blow over. People adore my parents and their love story. Their fans are going to be crushed.”
Shewas crushed. Her world as she knew it was shattered. Having famous parents who were still together was rare in Hollywood, and Adelia had always been proud that hers were so solid. They were her role models, proving to her that love can last a lifetime. At least that’s what she believed until about ten minutes ago.
Sadness overcame her, and she shoved it down before she did something weak and pathetic, like cry.
“Do you have someplace you can go?” Violet asked.
She immediately thought of the Schultzes, the family behind the world-famous Schultz Chocolate company. Their families owned Malibu homes just down the road from each other, and Adelia had been best friends with their daughter Skylar since they were little girls. They’d always been like a second family to her. If she needed a place to hide out, she knew they wouldn’t hesitate to help her.
“Yes, I do,” Adelia replied.
“Good.”
“Did you know this was happening?”
Violet was silent.
“Right. That’s what I thought.” Adelia shook her head. “Somebody could’ve warned me.”
“I work for your mother. I’m not at liberty to give out information about her, even if it is to her daughter.”
“We’re done here.” Adelia hung up. Violet had always been more like a fun aunt to her than her mom’s assistant, and the betrayal stung.
Adelia let out a frustrated groan.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Allen?” Andre asked.
“I need to go back to the airport. The celebrity terminal this time.”