Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“ Y ou really think it’s a good idea? I’m not sure I’m thrilled about the thought of sharing a house with a bunch of strangers for a few months…or about being that public with my private life.” Anna was on her cell, sitting on her Manhattan terrace, her fluffy, white Maltese dog, Smith, on her lap while she talked to Susan, her talent manager. Susan was twice her age—in her late fifties, and usually knew what was best.
“Anna, you already share most of your life online as it is,” Susan said reasonably. “This will just take it to the next level. It could be a really good thing for your career. And you’ll be paid to spend the summer on Nantucket. Most people would kill for an opportunity like this.”
Anna laughed. “You make it sound like a no-brainer. I know it would be good for my brand. I’m just a little nervous about the idea of it. Will they let me bring Smith? I can’t leave him for two months.”
“If they say yes, can I tell them you’re in?”
Anna took a deep breath and gazed out at the Manhattan skyline and a cruise ship going by on the East River. “Yes, if they let me bring Smith, I’ll do it.”