Rain bit her lips as she drove home, thinking about the afternoon she just spent with Harry. Lately her best friend seemed to be the only thing on her mind. It wasn't just her brilliance and well put together disposition. It was the mellow tone in her voice, her lean muscular frame and short auburn hair that cupped her fair cheeks. Her stomach had butterflies, why Harry make her feel so nervous? She pulled into the stone gates of her large vintage mansion and rolled into her parking spot. Right next to her father's. He was her role model. Everything she accomplished was because he believed in her and pushed her to persue bizzare opportunities. She hoped that tonight's endeavor would be successful. She was trying her hand at acting and had dinner with her costar Dayton that night. She'd spent some time with him before and had never met someone more self absorbed qnd obnoxious. But Rain was smart and new what was coming, they were going to have to get together. The press wanted it, her agency, once those two things merged she had no say in anything. She entered the red wooden door to her marble foyer where the sun gleamed in from the glass on the other end of the room. She ran her fingers along her lilly white grand piano as she headed for the staircase to her room. Three hours till it was time to go dine with Dayton... three.



Harry filled her black tiled, square tub with water and almond...