SOMETIMES LIFE WRITES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SCENARIOS.

My name is Kylie, and I’m about to embark on a unique adventure. This summer, I’m going to attend the filming of my first screenplay. For weeks I’ve dreamt of meeting famous actors, parading in gorgeous outfits … only to learn my dream will be short-lived. I’d forgotten I could always count on Adam to shatter my dreams. Not only did he leave me seven years ago, but he has now reappeared as the director of my film, complete with one of the most up and coming actresses in the industry hanging on his arm.

Mandy, my best friend, claims that this is some sort of poetic justice. I should have never written our story and, what’s more, given him the role of the bad guy. If Adam thinks I won’t get the final word though, he’s sorely mistaken. I have more than one trick up my sleeve to thwart his plans, starting with refusing to let his darling play my heroine.

Let the show begin!

EXCERPT

So? Adam asks as if our encounter is nothing out of the ordinary. Happy to find out it’s me who will give life to your story?

I don’t see how you became the director, I retort sharply, barely hiding my displeasure.

It seems I’m good at my job, and the producers want me attached to their projects.

Well, I don’t care! I don’t want you involved in my project.

May I remind you, you’ve sold your script to the production company and your leeway is limited?

I have a say in who we hire, and you can take it from me, Jane will understand.

Even if Jane understands, you forget that the production company has other partners, one of which is new.

Then I’ll persuade him as well.

Good luck with that, he mocks.

What’s that supposed to mean? I ask him, furious.

I think your chances of getting him to change his mind are nil, but please, go ahead and try.

I will, I snap, turning around to storm out.

I have to talk to Jane and make sure Adam won’t work on my story-well, our story.

Oh my God! He’ll realize I’m Sara. But what do I say? He probably already knows that!

Well? He stops me before I get too far. I’m waiting.

Waiting for what? I ask in a huff as I turn around.

For you to persuade me to abandon this project.

Why would I … The blood drains from my face, and I collapse on a neighboring seat.

No. Please tell me it’s a nightmare, I murmur.

I’m afraid so, and it has just begun. Nevertheless, I’m giving you a chance to convince me to grant your request.