Chapter 34: Stevia Sinclair

Trista’s POV

“Crisis! Total crisis mode here.” A female voice broke through my thoughts. The door swung open and there she was…

Stevia Sinclair!

She was even more beautiful in person. I stood to greet her. She eyed me.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you,” I gushed. “I’m…”

She cut me off. Her voice was pleasant but curt. I was a bit taken aback.

“May I ask… are you a celebrity?” she asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Um. No.”

“Is this your dressing room?” She walked towards the mirror. She put her hand on her hip and clicked her nails on the counter.

“Well, no. It’s not mine.”

“Are you all finished?”

Was I? I supposed so. Basically, anyway. We’d been at it for hours. What was left? Just some accessories. Maybe some earrings? So yeah, I was pretty much done. “Almost,” I replied.

“Good. Because my stylist totally flaked on me. Tell her,” she pointed at Brenna, “to do my makeup right away. I assume she’s the stylist?” Stevia was looking at me.

“Um…yes…”

“Perfect. I have an important meeting with