Chapter 35 The Price Of Fame 2

• The 28th-floor sanctuary felt vast and chillingly modern. Evelyn Meyers spent her first night smoothing out new sheets and organizing her designer cosmetics in the marble bathroom. The kitchen was a chef's dream, but there was one glaring problem: she couldn't cook to save her life.
• A few minutes later, and she was at a small restaurant downstairs, looking through their menu. Am I an idiot? she wondered. I didn't get rid of the 'Saint,' I just evicted myself. She checked her phone one last time before bed. No texts from Michael, no missed calls. Just a sea of notifications on social media.
• The next morning, Evelyn traded her pajamas for a sharp white suit and a long black wool coat. She arrived at the set of the new epic movie she was staring in.