Chapter 27
Violet
Violet sat on Sophie’s sofa, still numb from the shock. Oh god! How on earth had she managed to get Blake into this mess?
#TABLEFIRE
That’s what had done it. Violet looked into the empty tub of ice cream she was holding like it had the answer to her problems. What in the hell should she do now? According to Batty Betty, there was a news van and 5 paparazzi stationed at her place.
Was she going to be stuck at Sophie's forever?
“Okay, I found you some sweatpants and a jumper and I just talked to Mom, she said that there is going to be a press conference in like 5 minutes. So, let's hope this PR person is going to spin this so that they leave you and Balke alone, although I don’t see how that’s possible,” Sophie said as she slumped back onto the sofa next to Violet.
“PR person?” She asked, inwardly cringing. This whole big mess was going to cost Blake a fortune. There was no way she would be able to pay him back.
“Mom said a whole team of them showed up on their doorstep at like 7 am this morning,” Sophie replied, like it wasn’t a big deal that there was a team of people working on this.
“Jesus! He needs teams of people to get him out of the mess I created!” She was feeling worse as time wore on. There was no way he was ever going to want to go out with her again. That thought crushed her. She more than liked him. She loved him.
“Violet, you did not create this mess. Blake should have known better! Now let’s keep going, back to our game, we’re up to number 34. What do you have?”
Violet gave Sophie a sad smile. She could tell that Sophie was doing her best to take her mind off it all. “She falls face first into a wood chipper.”
Sophie laughed as she wrote down what Violet just had said.
“Okay, my turn. Number 35. She trips in her closet, and a pair of heels are upside down on the floor, and the spike goes through her eyeball!” Sophie laughed as she wrote it down.
“Gross, Sophie,” Violet giggled. This was what she needed, a laugh. Sophie really was the best friend a girl could ask for. Writing a list of 100 ways to kill Eden Greene was something Sophie would do.
After Sophie stopped writing, she looked at Violet. “In all seriousness though, I cannot believe what she said about you. What have you ever done to her?” Violet shrugged her shoulders in reply. She honestly had no idea why Eden Greene hated her so much. “I bet she still thinks she has a shot with Blake,” Sophie said. “Isn’t she married? You told me the other day that she had a husband and kids.” “Yeah, she is. Clearly, a husband isn’t going to stop her.” Violet shook her head.
I guess we should give the game a rest and see what the TV is saying,” Sophie said as she leaned forward and grabbed the remote off the coffee table.
Violet felt a sense of dread creep over her as Sophie flicked the TV to the entertainment channel.
“Let’s see what these ass-hats are saying.” Sophie flicked the TV off mute and Violet had never felt so nervous in her life.
“This is Mary V from EntertainMe TV, and we are going live to a press conference with Blake Wilson. Let’s hear what he has to say!”
“I would just like to say that I am retiring from acting, effective immediately. I have had a long and wonderful career in the film industry, but it no longer brings me joy. I would like to thank all my fans for your support and messages of concern about my whereabouts. It means a lot. I would like to thank my manager and everyone that has worked for me over the years. I hope you can all understand that I wish to be a private person again and find what I want to do with the rest of my life. To the media and paparazzi who have dragged an innocent woman into all of this and printed naked photos taken on private property, I would like to say, shame on you and you will be hearing from my legal representatives. I would also like to add that the woman in the pictures with me is not Violet Stone. She and I are not in any way romantically involved. Yes, I do know her, she is just the best friend of my little sister, whom I have known all my life, but that’s all. I have never had romantic feelings for my sister’s best friend. The media have invented the story surrounding her and I ask that you leave her alone. She is a private citizen and it's not even her in the pictures, which were taken years ago. Thank you and goodbye.”
“Well there you have it, Blake Wilson is retiring from acting and the woman in the photos is not deranged local Violet Stone. Blake has come out and taken a swing at the media. WriteMe and tell me what you think. I’m Mary V for EntertainMe TV.”
Violet stared at the TV in shock.
Holy shitballs!
Blake Wilson was retiring from acting! How had Sophie not told her this?!!
No more movies.
None!
She has ruined his career!!
Sophie shut the TV off again and Violet looked over at her best friend. “He’s retiring from acting? I thought he was just back here for a break, that he was buying a holiday place!”
Sophie blinked rapidly. “That’s what you get out of all that? You’re upset that he’s retiring.”
Violet leaned back in the sofa.
“Well, it’s a shock.”
Sophie smirked at her.
“Let’s hope the media leave you alone. Now let's get back to our game, number 36.”