Page 37 of Scoring Chance
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“And action!”
Rebecca began walking through the front door of her castmate’s home as instructed. She was already on her third take and was quite weary of walking through the same door again. She plastered her usual fake smile and made sure the camera angles captured her newly implanted veneers from her sponsor. She also made sure the lightning highlighted her new dye color from L’Oreal.
Now she was camera ready.
After going through a scene in which she pretended to be shocked by some of the gossip divulged, the director requested a break and she promptly went to her chair and waited for another scene to shoot.
The life of a reality darling.
Ever since she tried in spectacularly failing attempt to pass Sydney’s artwork as her own, Rebecca had seen her star rise. Sure, there were people who still snickered and sniped about her but it didn’t matter. She was officially a millionaire and her haters simply weren’t.
Paparazzi caught her on dates with random men and all of them had one thing in common – they were beyond rich. Some looked better than others, but they were all loaded. She never had a boyfriend – could she even call them that? – longer than a few weeks. They were simply there to keep her bed warm and a storyline on the show. When she was done with them, she simply moved onto the next one.
She knew as well as anyone did there was only one man who would ever have her heart and he was mysteriously absent once again.
As Rebecca waited for her scene, she glanced down at her phone. Still no word from Dean and she wondered if he accidentally lost her number. No, he knew her number. He practically had it memorized the fateful night he called her, sounding despondent and desperate.
She didn’t know what was the bigger mistake – thinking the weeklong excursion was the start of a new beginning or answering Dean’s calls to begin with.
Not that it mattered. Dean gifted her the biggest storyline in her career and she was so glad her workouts paid off. Her body looked fantastic in the photos and she was about to catapult into stardom never seen before. She already had her own set of emojis – Rebrojis – and she had numerous sponsorship deals.
Rebecca often went to sleep with thoughts of dollar signs – not sugar plums – sweetly dancing in her head.
Truth was, she didn’t need Dean. Shewantedhim, and that was the difference. They were perfect together. They could’ve been the ultimate power couple; a not-so ethnic version of Bey and Jay and Kim and Kanye.
The super-hot hockey player with the reality star? She saw their own spinoff show, shots of Dean taking her ice skating at the local rink, and Rebecca trying to juggle being a wife and mother while maintaining her killer bod.
It was going to happen, regardless of how Dean felt orthoughthe felt about naïve Sydney. The moment she found about their trystandthe photos? It was a done deal. She would never forgive him and she’ll be gone and out of their lives for good.
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect since Rebecca was flirting with 30. Her blowout birthday was in a few weeks and what better way to celebrate than to release the photos.
Happy Birthday to me.
