30: Cross my heart and hope to die

SCARLETT

“Would you like some coffee while you wait for your photoshoot?” I asked Maeve while I was packing up my makeup kit, I’d just done her makeup for a Vogue gig.

She was busy staring at herself in the mirror, “you’re my sister in-law Scarlett, just get some other staff to run my errands,” she scoffed.

Ken had told me that Maeve frustrated the last makeup artist with personal chores and her irritating tantrums so much that they all thought the poor lady was on the verge of insanity. Why then wouldn’t she let me do simple shit for her?

Because she wanted to marry that asshole, Alex? Good riddance to bad rubbish, they’re a match made in heaven anyways.

Says the woman he’s taken to heaven with his fingers, my wolf mocked.

“Is there something else I can do for you?” I asked, making sure to ignore my wolf completely.

“Yes,” she fished through her sparkling purse for a few seconds before revealing a card, “you're going to come to this sleepover with me and my girls and we’ll have th