Epilogue
Eight Months Later
Nothing about this day made any sense. Keke dialed her agents number for the third time since she read the email.
Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Did she get the part? Usually her agent called ahead with the news. This time, a producer sent a congratulatory email.
She wouldn’t believe it was official until she heard it from her agent.
What’s more, Petey wasn’t answering either her calls or her text messages. It was nearly six o’clock and traffic was already going to be a nightmare leaving L.A. They were supposed to go to dinner, but Pete never confirmed their reservations.
That wasn’t like her diligent, attention-to-detail boyfriend at all.
However, the biggest surprise was Katrina. Something about a bakeryanda man? Keke couldn’t quite make out her mother’s voice text. It autocorrected words into a complete mess. But her mom wanted Keke to come home for a visit as soon as she could, which Keke would happily do.
Keke pressed the button to lock her phone’s screen and shoved the device into her yellow clutch, matching a bright yellow sun dress she paired with lime green pumps. She folded her arms and scanned the studio lot for any sign of Pete’s car.
“Ms. Kaye! Ms. Kaye!”
A familiar intern ran up to her and grabbed her arm.
“Ms. Kaye, he’s waiting for you on the roof.”
“What? The roof? Who’s waiting for me?”
“Mr. Headley!”
Pete’s on the roof? How did he get past me?Keke followed the intern back into the studio building and they both took the elevator to the roof.
When she opened the door, air whipped her skirt up high, her hair whirling around her face. The blades of the chopper spun, but the helicopter remained on the roof.
With one hand, Keke held the side of her dress and the other snagged her hair back. She tentatively walked toward the helicopter, her heart beating erratically. It was only when the side door opened and she saw Peter’s grin, did she relax.
“There you are. Sorry I’m late. Figured we could beat the traffic by flying over it.”
“You are so rich,” Keke said with a laugh.
“You rather sit in traffic?”
“No, sir!”
She clasped his hand and he helped her into the helicopter. They waved goodbye to a forlorn-looking intern before Pete shut the door. After they secured their seat belts, the helicopter lifted into the air.
Keke splayed her hands across the premium leather seat. “Is this yours?” she said into the microphone attached to the headset she wore.
“Not yet. I’m borrowing it, like a test drive. It’s great though, right? I think I might buy it.”
“What about your plane?”
“What about it? I’m not getting rid of that. We’ll need it to fly to Fuji next month.”
“Fuji!” Keke’s mind instantly transported her to paradise. And then she remembered the email. “I think I got the part. I haven’t heard from my agent, but it’s supposed to start filming next month.”
“Keighly, that’s incredible!” Pete reached across the space between their seats and clasped her hands.
Keke gaze him a slitted stare. “Are you sure you didn’t have anything to do with it?”
He crossed his heart with one hand. “Swear I didn’t. Your agent got you that audition for the role and it was all you. I purposely gave them another actress’s name so they wouldn’t be influenced.”
