Skinnydipping: A Novel by Bethenny Frankel

Author:Bethenny Frankel [Frankel, Bethenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult
ISBN: 9781451667431
Google: hqhmChOyq70C
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Goodreads: 13160313
Publisher: Touchstone
Published: 2012-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

chapter twenty

Stay right here for a moment, miss,” the driver said. He got out, said a few words to the camera crew, then got back in. “Now, when you get out of the car, they’re going to be filming you, so do not look at the cameras.” It must have been the twentieth time someone had told me that, but I was glad he reminded me. I didn’t realize it would be happening before I even knew where I was or what I was doing. I guess that was the point. I felt a surge of panic. I took a deep breath. “Does my hair look OK?” I said, smoothing it down. I grabbed lip gloss out of my purse and slicked it on.

The driver smiled. “You look beautiful, dear,” he said kindly. I stepped out of the car, and the first thing I did was look directly at the camera. Idiot! What are you doing? What’s wrong with you? I scolded myself. You can’t do that. They’re filming. They saw that. I quickly looked away.

I tried to regain my composure as I stepped into the building. The cameras followed my every move, and it felt strange trying to pretend they weren’t there. Behind the camera, a girl in a production T-shirt directed me to an elevator. “Go to the twenty-third floor,” she said. “Someone there will tell you where to go next.” The camera lens stayed on me until the elevator door closed. When it opened again, more cameras hovered. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to that.

“Right this way,” called another production girl, directing me toward a cameraman.

“Can I mike you?” he said. Without waiting for a reply, he had his hand up my shirt, attaching a wire with a microphone to my bra, right over the cleavage, with sticky tape. Then he was attaching a mike pack to the back of my bra strap. It was like a hot brick on my back. “Now, you are never to take off this microphone unless you are given express permission, do you understand? I don’t care if you’re getting up to get a glass of juice in the middle of the night. I don’t care if you’re in the bathroom. Just forget it’s even there,” he said.

I remembered that from the contract. I imagined them breaking down the door in the middle of the night because my microphone came off in my sleep. I imagined them suing me if I looked at the camera. I thought I might have an anxiety attack. “Now, I need you to wait in here,” said the production girl. She gestured to a door leading into a glass-enclosed conference room. A third girl, this one in a simple green dress, smiled warmly. “Hi, Faith. I’m Polly, Sybil’s assistant.” She opened the door for me.

I walked into a very brightly lit room. There were already three other contestants sitting around a conference table. They all looked at me: a woman with jet-black hair cut into

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