Malloy wasnāt impressed with Edieās performance. She kept screwing up the scenes. Her mind was elsewhere, struggling to decipher the various conflicting conversations sheād had with Clyde and Stuart.
"Cut," Malloy shouted. He couldnāt take it anymore. "Edie, what the hell is wrong with you today? Didnāt you rehearse your lines? Youāre looking at Prince Raines as though heās your brother. Youāre supposed to have a crush on him."
This was the first time Malloy had ever criticized her acting. Edie immediately apologized. "Iām so sorry. Iām still not feeling well," she said, trying to steady her voice. "Letās do it again. I promise Iāll do better this time."
"This time?" Malloy said. "This will be your fourth attempt, and exactly how many more is it going to take before you succeed?" Edie could hear the frustration in his voice.
She was very embarrassed and kept wondering what everyone was thinking of her. āMalloyās right. Thereās no hope for me today, Iām useless.ā
"Letās just finish it up tomorrow," Clyde said. Edie pivoted when his voice came from directly behind her.
Malloyās facial expression changed. In a split second, he became serious. "I thought you were in a hurry to get this film finished?" he asked.
"No, I need a break. Iām done for the day." Clyde waved his hands in the air as he walked toward the resting zone. "Weāll start fresh in the morning," he said.
Malloy ran a hand across his forehead as he shook his head. "We only been shooting for an hour, and you want to call it quits? Itās already been delayed for days," he said.
Clyde turns around and glares at Malloy. "And your point is?" he was close to shouting, his eyebrows fusing together. "Go on. Say what you have to say," he said.
"Weāve put a lot of money into renting this spot, and if we arenāt finished in two months..." Malloy hesitated. "Weāre going to have to give them more money," he explained.
"No problem," Clyde said and went over and tapped Malloy on the back. "If that happens, Iāll pay for it."
Malloy shook his head, not knowing what to say. "Relax, everything will work out," Clyde said as he headed back to the resting area
"Clyde," a familiar voice called from behind him.
"Oh, great! Vicky," Clyde mutters under his breath.
Vicky looked at him with a confused look on her face. "Why are you always helping Edie? I donāt understand?" she asked.
"Iām in no mood to talk. Get out of my way," Clyde said as he gently pushed her out of the way.
"Wait! I want to know what you meant with your post on Twitter?" Vicky asked him one question after another. "Sheās a bitch, and I donāt know why you like her?" she said.
Clyde was getting impatient and irritated with her. "I have made it perfectly clear to you. Itās none of your business," he said sharply.
"Why are you so mean to me?" Vickyās eyes were filled with tears. "Weāre engaged, and you know Iām only here because of you.." she said.
Clyde turned and looked Vicky right in the eyes and said, "Thatās funny! Did you seriously think I would marry someone like you?" The frown on his face deepened almost to a scowl, indescribably stern, and he turned abruptly away. And at that moment, all she could do was stare motionless.
Vicky wanted to go after him, but how could she? "His words were so harsh," she muttered.
"Iām sorry!" Someone bumped into Vicky, and a gentle voice apologized.
Recognizing the voice, Vicky turns around and says, "Miss Lara, itās you." Her face is red with anger.
Edie had a puzzled look on her face. "Is there something wrong with you, Miss Herring?" she asks, not knowing why Vicky was calling her by her last name.
Instantly, the expression on Vickyās face changed. "Clyde hasnāt treated me the same since he met you. Itās all your fault," she said.
"Are you serious? This is none of my business." Edie stepped to the side to open the door of the dressing room. "Excuse me, but I have to change."
Vicky grabbed Edieās arm and started shouting at her. "You stay away from him or else?" she said angrily.
Edie was in no mood to put up with her tantrum. "Youāre unbelievable. Youāre either too stupid or too naive." She lowered her voice and said, "I think you better leave me alone because you have no idea what Clyde will do to you if he finds out?" Then Edie left.
Vicky stood there with a blank expression on her face. Thinking over what Edie said, Vickyās mind started to wander. āIf he finds out? Is there something going on between them?ā
Just as Edie was getting ready to go back to her hotel, she saw Clyde. She quickly turned around the corner, trying to avoid him, but he followed her. She turned around with a frown on her face and said, "Why are you following me?"
Clyde smiled. "Iām on my way to the hotel. Is that not where youāre going? I think thereās only one in this direction," he said. He had that cocky expression on his face again.
"Oh! I didnāt think you were staying in the hotel," Edie said.
"You look surprised," Clyde said.
"I guess I am," Edie replied. "I thought you would only stay in a presidential suite, and I know they are all booked up."
"Oh, but theyāre not," he replied. "I have one, and itās right beside your room."
Edie was shocked. She knew Katrina and herself had a presidential suite, and she assumed Malloy had the last one. Now come to find out, Clyde is not only in the same hotel as her, but staying in the room right beside her.
Clyde burst into laughter when he saw the expression on Edieās face, "Whatās wrong? Are you afraid to be around me?" he asked.
"Clyde," Edie said, Her voice quivering. She stared at him, "What exactly do you want from me? Would you just tell me the truth?"