When I grab some lunch and take it to my dressing room, I find Tommy, Aiden, and Cooper already in there, eating.
“Aiden was just telling me about his parents’ place up in Northern California, Keatyn,” Tommy tells me.
“And Tommy was telling me about France,” Aiden says.
“That’s awesome,” I say, but my heart is going awww, loving that they’re talking.
Bonding, even, maybe.
Matt walks in the room with a plate and sets it down just as his phone rings. “Excuse me; I need to take this.”
When he walks away from the table, he flashes Tommy a smile and a thumbs up.
Tommy breaks out in his trademark crooked smirk. The one that leaves women swooning.
“What’s that all about?” I ask.
“He’s on the phone with Edward Moffett.”
“The head of the studio?”
“Yes.”
“I take it that’s good?”
“It could be very good, for you,” Tommy says cryptically. “Gentlemen,” he says to Cooper and Aiden. “Would you mind excusing us for a minute? I need to speak to Keatyn privately.”
After they leave, I say, “What’s up?”
“I have a plan.”
“What kind of plan?”
“The kind of plan where we hijack the Moran plane that’s going to St. Croix.”
“Hijack it? Why?”
“So everyone will come to France instead.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the weather is gorgeous. I ordered barrels of wine. Officially, we’re saying it’s a late Beaujolais Nouveau Day party.”
“That’s the day when France celebrates the release of the young wine with all the festivals and fireworks, right? We were there for that a few years ago because it’s around Thanksgiving.”
“That’s right.”
“So, officially that’s what it is, but unofficially—ohmigawd, Tommy, are you going to propose?!”
“Not just propose. We’re getting married, too. But it’s a surprise.”
“A surprise wedding?”
“Yeah. What do you think?”
“What does Mom think?”
“She doesn’t know. She thinks we’re just throwing a holiday party.”
“That’s amazing, Tommy. I wish I could . . .”
“I don’t give two shits about Vincent. He’s not invited. Garrett already has the security in place and will be personally supervising the event. Your presence is required.”
I launch myself into his arms and hug him tightly.
“So, Mom thinks people are coming for a party. And the people who are coming for the party don’t know they’re coming?”
“Pretty much.”
“What if Mom talks to Millie about it?”
“She won’t. I’m in charge of getting everyone there, and she’s in charge of the party.”
“If you’re able to pull that off, it will be a miracle. You know she and Millie talk daily.”
“Cross your fingers that they don’t talk about this. And what’s the worse case? Millie finds out we’re throwing a party and packs warmer clothes. She still won’t know about the wedding.”
“Yeah, you’re right. And you don’t have to worry about the paparazzi.”
“Exactly.”
“But what about a dress?”
“Kym’s bringing full wedding attire.”
“Mom’s going to think that’s odd.”
“No, Kym told her she’s already got designers wanting to dress her for the Oscars and she’s bringing them for her to try on after Christmas.”
“That’s a good lie. So, did you decide how you’re going to propose?”
“I loved the Me and You idea.”
“I liked that one too. Oh my gosh, Tommy. I’m so excited! And I get to see the girls!”
“They’re upset you aren’t coming for Christmas.”
“I know. Are you sure it’s safe for me to go? Like, positive?”
“Keatyn, we could all die tomorrow. We’re taking precautions and we’re going to keep living. We’re also going to be very careful about how we get you to the airport. Garrett wants Cooper to take you to the plane before anyone else.”
“Okay. What about everyone else’s clothes? They will have packed for the beach.”
“Matt is in on it too. He’s telling everyone it’s supposed to be unseasonably cold, even though the weather forecast says otherwise. He’s telling them Inga feels there’s a storm coming in. Or some other bullshit.”
“That’s funny.”
Knox and I go through the choreography of the reworked scene we did for my screen test and then I go back to hair and makeup to get ready for my next scene.
I’m ready before the camera and lighting guys are, so I go to my room to lie down. I need a nap.
But when I get to my room, Cooper, Knox, and Aiden are playing poker.
“Can you go play somewhere else so I can take a nap?” I ask.
Knox goes, “Boo. Party pooper,” and Cooper doesn’t move.
But Aiden lays his cards down on the table and says, “I fold.”
“Awesome,” Cooper says, as he and Knox lay down their cards and he wins the small pile of coins.
“We're leaving as requested,” Aiden says. “The star needs her rest.”
“She's not the star,” Knox sasses back.