Tessa trailed off ominously, shaking a genuine laugh from me. I shot her an amused glance.
“You say that like I have some kind of deep, dark secret when nothing could be farther from the truth. Like Elvis’ love child.” I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “All I do is work and sleep. I couldn’t even think up half the things they say I do. My life has been an open book since my first deal, and the paparazzi helped themselves to everything before that. My real name isn’t even a secret.”
She gave me a look that said it all. She pitied me. Yeah, I had money and fame, but nothing else, and she knew it. She knew what it was really like to be a famous actress, and because of that, she was content to remain behind the scenes, anonymous to the fans and stalkers. When Tessa dropped me
