Page 101 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“This is a closed event,” he barks.
My mind races to think of how I’m going to convince this guy to let me in, but then I hear Uncle Pedro yelping behind me.
“My hip!” he shouts.
The security guard darts over and crouches down to where Uncle Pedro is lying on the floor. I start to go to him, but he winks and smiles at me before telling the security guard to run to the front desk for help. I mouth a thank-you to him and shove open the massive oak door. And then I promptly freeze. Holy shit.
It’s standing room only in the ballroom with what looks like a hundred reporters and photographers. Loud chatter echoes around me. I can’t even see the front of the room where I assume Lewis and his fellow cast members are sitting, answering questions. Everyone standing in front of me is taller than me. I try and maneuver around them, but people are practically shoulder to shoulder.
“Just shove your way through,anak!”
I spin around and see Naomi and Maren in the open doorway nodding along with Uncle Pedro’s suggestion as he stands between them.
I try to push forward, but the people in front of me don’t budge. “Excuse me, I need to get through...”
No one even acknowledges me. Dropping my arms to my sides, I huff out a breath just as the chatter dies down.
“Okay, everyone, there’s time for one more question, but then the cast needs to get going.”
Shit. Lewis will be gone before he even knows I’m here.
Simon’s voice booms behind me. “Question for Lewis Prescott!”
In a flash, Simon moves to my side, hooks his arm through mine, and shoves his six-foot-plus frame through the wall of bodies in front of us. A fewoofs andheys later, the remaining people in front start parting on either side of us, like a slow-moving human sea.
I beam up at Simon right as we make it to the front of the press line. “Thank you.”
He winks at me. “Anytime.”
I scan the long table and find Lewis’s face a second later among the dozen sitting there. He’s glancing off to the side, clearly not paying attention to the commotion.
My heart rockets to my throat.
“You had a question?” says a guy sitting next to Lewis. I quickly skim the placard in front of him that reads “publicist.”
“Um, yes. I do. For Lewis.”
When he turns to me, his eyes go wide for a second before the corner of his mouth quirks up.
“What publication are you with?” the publicist asks.
“Dimplesmagazine,” I say, zeroing in on that adorable dimple in Lewis’s right cheek. His smile widens.
“Okay, great,” the guy mumbles while squinting at his phone. “Ask away.”
“Lewis, you did an interview this morning where you mentioned that mystery woman in Half Moon Bay. You said she’ll always have your heart. Did you mean that?”
When my voice starts to tremble, I quickly swallow.
“I did. I meant every word,” he says, his gaze unblinking and focused on me.
“Do you still love her?”
“Yes. I love her so much. I always will.”
Soft murmurs hum around me. A few of his costars start to whisper to each other while looking over at him.
“Do you—”
