Page 19 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I nod with a tight mouth, following her toward the revolving doors.
We are then shown into a black SUV. When Lexy and I buckle into the backseat, I ask, “Are you visiting Wyatt too?”
Lexy shakes her head. “No, it’s just on the way to my office. With all the meetings going on at the moment, we’re running short on drivers.”
I breathe out, settling into my seat. “Oh, okay. Makes sense.”
Lexy nudges me playfully. “Did having someone from PR in the car freak you out?”
I smile bashfully. “Just a bit.”
“We’re so thrilled at the prospect of Wyatt’s recovery,” Lexy says, bouncing in her seat. “We’re really hoping your visit does the magic trick.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
“You know, jog his memory. Seeing all of us just confuses him, but he remembers you.” Lexy’s zealousness grows as her eyes widen. “What if he sees you and all his memories come back?”
I shrink in my seat. “That’s a lot of pressure.”
Lexy pats my knee. “Don’t worry, hon. We’re not expecting it to happen immediately.”
Eep. But they are expecting it at some point.
Lexy’s phone rings and she lifts an index finger. “Sorry, hon, I gotta get this.” She answers the phone with a boost of enthusiasm. “Richmond, darling, how are you?”
I look out the window at the bumper to bumper traffic spread across the three lanes as Lexy makes small talk. My ears prick when her tone gets more serious.
“Don’t they understand Portia needs to get back stateside?” Lexy says into the phone. “She and Wyatt were in the middle of recording a collab. The two are very close.”
I cringe, listening to half the conversation, and picturing Portia in ‘No Way, Goodbye’ with Wyatt. Sometimes it’s hard to picture her perfectly plastic face because of how often I’ve edited myself into her place.
“Look, it’s not good enough,” Lexy says into the phone. “Do you realize how bad it looks that Portia hasn’t visited him yet? Circulation of their relationship was peaking. If she doesn’t get back here soon, we will have lost momentum.”
My head spins. If Wyatt saw Portia would he recognize her? How intense was they’re relationship?
“We need to put a rush on the European leg of her press tour and get her back here,” Lexy says. “Okay, good to hear. Chat soon. Ciao.” She puts the phone down, shaking her head. “Who said orchestrating a romance between two big-name teen stars would be easy?”
I look up, my jaw tensing. “They’re not really together?”
“This is show business,” Lexy replies with a chuckle. “Who’s to say what’s real?”
“Will Wyatt remember her?”
Lexy shrugs. “They can start over. It’ll be quite cute, actually.”
I pick at my fingernails, hating the thought of Portia comforting Wyatt throughout his recovery.
“We can’t be selfish with his time,” Lexy says bluntly. “Do you know how big his starpower is, hon? There’s a lot of people counting on him. Think of all the fans.”
“I’m aware of them. I might be his biggest fan.”
Lexy chuckles. “Adorable.” The car slows and she taps on her window. “Here we are. Clearview.”
I reach for my seatbelt, and Lexy presses on my hand.
I look up and her expression is soft as she whispers, “We’re all on edge, hon. Losing Wyatt was an insanely scary concept. We’re beyond grateful he’s in recovery. We just want him back in regular form.”
I shrink, muttering, “I want that too.”
