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of this movie,” she
smiled, shaking her head.
“Nahhh…you’ll
be fine, you always are, despite your worrying,” he teased lightly. “What’s the
movie about anyway?”
“I’m
not exactly sure, I think Cheryl said something about it being a pretty gory
horror flick,” she shuddered.
“Oh
great, that’s just what we need,” Chas sighed, grimacing.
“What
do you mean?” Missy’s brow furrowed.
“Typically
there are some pretty unusual types of folks that hang around during the
production of those types of films. People who believe in blood sacrifice, evil
spirits, all sorts of superstitions and dark acts. I should’ve known when the
chief of police started calling other parishes for support during filming.”
“That
won’t affect you at all, will it?” Missy asked, concerned.
“No,
it’ll only affect me if a crime is committed. The production company has
private security, and we’ll have uniforms doing drive-by checks periodically,”
he explained. “Well, beautiful, I need to get going, but I’ll see you tonight,”
he promised, kissing her soundly.
She
stared after him, counting her blessings that she had the good fortune to be in
love with such an amazing human being.
Chapter 3
Missy
had never had this particular kind of stomach-rattling nervousness quite so
early on a Thursday morning that she could recall. The production company for
the new Ivana Cherie movie, Whispers of Blood, had arrived on Monday,
and the renowned actress herself was due on the set today. The cupcake menu of
the day for the diva included the Margarita Madness cupcake that Ivana’s assistant
had raved about, a Coconut Dream, and a Honey-Lavender Delight. Each cupcake
had been graced with foil in colors that were sure to please, and all of the
specifics that had been dictated as to their presentation had been strictly
followed.
Each
cupcake had its own special box, also in a complementary color, that had been
tied with satin ribbon and featured a card with the name of the cupcake on it.
Bracing herself, Missy carefully placed the individual boxes into a larger box
for transport and drove out into the bayou, where the movie was currently being
filmed. The lack of morning breeze promised a sweltering Louisiana day, and
Missy was glad that she’d had the foresight to pack the cupcakes in an
insulated box for transport. Ben, the manager of her Dellville store, was
bringing several boxes over a bit later for the crew.
Stepping
out of the car, Missy followed the directions that Lola, Ivana’s assistant had
given her, and found the front gate. A security guard checked a list for her
name, and when he found it, lifted the chain barring access to the site and
gave her directions to Ivana’s trailer. She had hoped that she’d be able to
simply drop off the cupcakes with an aide or something, in order to avoid the possibility
of being perceived as a tongue-tied rube in the face of Hollywood royalty, but
apparently that was not going to be the case. Taking a deep breath and
straightening her shoulders, Missy knocked on the door of the magnificent motor
home to which the gate guard had directed her.
“What?”
a wild-haired, diminutive bleach-blonde with a mud-pack on her face snapped,
after yanking open the door.
Missy
was non-plussed. “Umm…hello,” she stammered, having expected Lola to answer the
door and not certain what to do next. “I…uh…I’m Melissa Gladstone, and I’m
dropping off some cupcakes for Ivana Cherie. Is she here?”
The
blonde woman at the door raised an eyebrow at her, clearly not pleased. “I’m
Ivana Cherie, you ninny,” she exclaimed rudely, snatching the box from Missy’s
hands. “Seriously, how could you not have known that?” She slammed the door in
Missy’s face muttering something about hicks living under rocks. Missy was
astonished at the audacity of the nasty little woman. For a moment, she was
tempted to knock on the door and give the diva a piece of her mind and a
smiled, shaking her head.
“Nahhh…you’ll
be fine, you always are, despite your worrying,” he teased lightly. “What’s the
movie about anyway?”
“I’m
not exactly sure, I think Cheryl said something about it being a pretty gory
horror flick,” she shuddered.
“Oh
great, that’s just what we need,” Chas sighed, grimacing.
“What
do you mean?” Missy’s brow furrowed.
“Typically
there are some pretty unusual types of folks that hang around during the
production of those types of films. People who believe in blood sacrifice, evil
spirits, all sorts of superstitions and dark acts. I should’ve known when the
chief of police started calling other parishes for support during filming.”
“That
won’t affect you at all, will it?” Missy asked, concerned.
“No,
it’ll only affect me if a crime is committed. The production company has
private security, and we’ll have uniforms doing drive-by checks periodically,”
he explained. “Well, beautiful, I need to get going, but I’ll see you tonight,”
he promised, kissing her soundly.
She
stared after him, counting her blessings that she had the good fortune to be in
love with such an amazing human being.
Chapter 3
Missy
had never had this particular kind of stomach-rattling nervousness quite so
early on a Thursday morning that she could recall. The production company for
the new Ivana Cherie movie, Whispers of Blood, had arrived on Monday,
and the renowned actress herself was due on the set today. The cupcake menu of
the day for the diva included the Margarita Madness cupcake that Ivana’s assistant
had raved about, a Coconut Dream, and a Honey-Lavender Delight. Each cupcake
had been graced with foil in colors that were sure to please, and all of the
specifics that had been dictated as to their presentation had been strictly
followed.
Each
cupcake had its own special box, also in a complementary color, that had been
tied with satin ribbon and featured a card with the name of the cupcake on it.
Bracing herself, Missy carefully placed the individual boxes into a larger box
for transport and drove out into the bayou, where the movie was currently being
filmed. The lack of morning breeze promised a sweltering Louisiana day, and
Missy was glad that she’d had the foresight to pack the cupcakes in an
insulated box for transport. Ben, the manager of her Dellville store, was
bringing several boxes over a bit later for the crew.
Stepping
out of the car, Missy followed the directions that Lola, Ivana’s assistant had
given her, and found the front gate. A security guard checked a list for her
name, and when he found it, lifted the chain barring access to the site and
gave her directions to Ivana’s trailer. She had hoped that she’d be able to
simply drop off the cupcakes with an aide or something, in order to avoid the possibility
of being perceived as a tongue-tied rube in the face of Hollywood royalty, but
apparently that was not going to be the case. Taking a deep breath and
straightening her shoulders, Missy knocked on the door of the magnificent motor
home to which the gate guard had directed her.
“What?”
a wild-haired, diminutive bleach-blonde with a mud-pack on her face snapped,
after yanking open the door.
Missy
was non-plussed. “Umm…hello,” she stammered, having expected Lola to answer the
door and not certain what to do next. “I…uh…I’m Melissa Gladstone, and I’m
dropping off some cupcakes for Ivana Cherie. Is she here?”
The
blonde woman at the door raised an eyebrow at her, clearly not pleased. “I’m
Ivana Cherie, you ninny,” she exclaimed rudely, snatching the box from Missy’s
hands. “Seriously, how could you not have known that?” She slammed the door in
Missy’s face muttering something about hicks living under rocks. Missy was
astonished at the audacity of the nasty little woman. For a moment, she was
tempted to knock on the door and give the diva a piece of her mind and a
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