Page 16 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

It does make it a bit awkward, though, between us, when he gets the amazing reviews23and I get the book sales. I keep trying to convince him to write a book with me, but I think that feels like failure to him.

Or he just can’t see us writing together.

I don’t like thinking about that.

It feeds right into my insecurities.

“They were friends,” Harper says into our awkward silence.

“Who?”

“Fred and Tyler. They went to film school together at UCLA.”

“How do you know this?”

“TMZ.”

“You read TMZ?”

“You do, too. You didn’t see the video from last night?”

“There’s a video?”

“Eleanor, everyone has a phone. Of course there’s a video.”

“They should’ve had the party at the San Vicente Bungalows,” I say. “They take your phone away there.”

“Aren’t you always complaining that’s pretentious?”

“Well, yes, but since this affects me, I have a different opinion.”

“This is why we love you,” Oliver says.

I savor the word “love.” Sometimes I still can’t believe it.

I smile at him, but he’s concentrating on the road. “I think this is our exit.”

“Right. Shit.” Oliver starts maneuvering over four lanes of traffic.

“Does TMZ know why they were fighting?” I ask Harper.

“Something about bad blood over their last film together,” Harper says.

“Julius Caesar?”

“Yep. It was a box office disaster.”

“Why is that Fred’s fault?” I ask.

“It was his idea, I guess. Plus, his performance was...”

I start to laugh, remembering it. “Terrible. And that curly white-blond wig was certainly a choice.”

“I think it made less money thanGigli.”

“Right. But then, why work together again?”

“Hollywood?” Harper says.

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