The Reunion: A Second Chance Romance (Fashionable Friends Book 1) by Stephanie Brother

Author:Stephanie Brother [Brother, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: menage romance, mfm, new adult romance, second chance romance
Publisher: S. Brother
Published: 2021-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Muriel Tennyson

We drove out to Ashford, and while Hugh used the newly-working mobile signal to phone contacts and find out more about the storm, I tried to think through my situation.

Being offered my own TV show was insane. Like, completely nuts. Out of all the wannabes in LA, a major producer had chosen me. And I absolutely considered myself as a wannabe.

Money aside, did I really want to do it?

Even without the complication of Hugh and Cameron, it would be a huge deal putting my life on display for millions of people to watch and discuss. Like everyone, I’d heard horror stories about reality TV stars getting edited to look bad and becoming hated overnight.

Also, it didn’t excite me like it should.

If it was the right thing to do, surely I’d be as excited as I was at the thought of doing fundraising for storm victims?

Still, I couldn’t pretend the money wasn’t significant. I could not afford to dismiss two hundred grand out of hand.

Most importantly of all, I had to remember my long-term goal of having my own designer clothing label. There’d be no better opportunity to promote myself; I could even make up some designs and wear them on the show.

I tried to imagine what Poppy and Jasmine would say if I asked them what I should do, but it was too easy and totally unanimous: “Do the show, stupid.”

“What has got you deep in thought?” Hugh looked over at me with a curious expression.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to act casual. “Just looking forward to tomorrow, that’s all.”

He beamed in response. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Hugh put his arm on my shoulder, and I leaned back against it, comforted by his touch. “I’m glad you’re going to be here more often. And with your folks being so chill about things, I’m feeling surprisingly hopeful for once in my life.”

I laughed, but it was hollow.

Hugh had faith in something for once, and there I was weighing up whether to crush it.

As we drove through the streets, evidence of the devastation of the storm became more and more clear. I was incredibly grateful that my parents’ area had barely been affected.

We stopped in a street where almost every house had been damaged in some way, and Hugh jumped out with his notebook and camera.

“Don’t you have a photographer at the paper?”

He laughed ruefully. “I’m not at the LA Times, remember. I have to do all my own spell checking, too.”

He walked around taking photos, and I decided to do the same, figuring that I could post them on my Instagram as part of my campaign.

Houses with broken windows and debris strewn all about were all around.

As I took pictures of a half-collapsed house that was buckling under the weight of a fallen oak tree, a hand wrapped around my waist, and Hugh pulled me in tight, his body against my back. His chin rested on my shoulder. “Holy shit, that’s a beautiful photo.”

“Er, it’s not supposed to be beautiful, Hugh.

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