Dean scrolled through his phone’s contacts list, a twinkle in his eyes. “I’ve got a good rapport with quite a few movie moguls—old friends from my heyday. If you fancy a meet-and-greet, I can rustle them up for a get-together sometime.”
Ivy was flabbergasted by the offer. She well knew the clout behind the names in Dean’s Rolodex.
For an up-and-comer like her, rubbing elbows with just one of these heavyweights could catapult her to stardom.
But Ivy was already committed to a film project, and she was determined to earn her future roles through grit and talent.
“No need, Grandpa,” she insisted, “If I’m hankering for a role, I’ll hustle for it myself!”
Alyssa beamed at her response. “Bless your heart, child. But remember to come to us when you’re in a bind.”
Still, the Howards were bound to have Ivy’s back. The string of mishaps on set was a clarion call they couldn’t ignore.
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[Ivy, you alright? Heard there’s been a bit of a ruckus on your set lately. Hope it hasn’t thrown you for a loop.]
Ivy glanced at her phone and saw the message from Nolan.
“Grandma, I need to shoot a text back to a friend,” she said, excusing her screen time. Checking her phone incessantly at the dinner table was a downright faux pas.
Alyssa chuckled and nodded. “Of course, dear. You young people need to keep in touch.”
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