gold brooch from the jewelry counter.
“I know that. I just want to do something special for you.” Trista thought maybe she was doing it to soothe her own guilt about Riker as well.
“Trista Carmichael?”
Trista turned around at the sound of her name. She spotted a woman holding a bunch of dresses in her hands. “I heard you were in town.” It was like deja vu all over again.
Word travels fast in a small town . “Just for a while.” Trista smiled politely, waiting for the woman to ask for her autograph or a picture.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long are you planning on staying?”
“Who knows?” Trista shrugged. She was trying to be polite, but today of all days, she just wanted some peace and quiet. She studied the woman, trying to figure out whether she knew her or not.
“She was fired from her show,” Nicolette whispered to the woman.
“Do you two know each other?” Trista asked, startled by her sister’s comment.
“This is Michelle Newhouse,” Nicolette introduced them. “I sold her a house last year. Michelle teaches drama at the local high school.”
“Nice to meet you.” Trista said turning to Michelle. “I wasn’t fired, by the way. My contract wasn’t renewed. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Well, they’re missing out on some great talent.” Michelle handed her dresses to the sales girl. “Can you start me a dressing room please?”
“What have you been up to?” Nicolette asked Michelle. “Still teaching those teenagers with raging hormones how to act?”
“Yes, just not for the school district. I retired from teaching. I now run my own production company and also head up the Blue Mountain Beach Children’s Theatre.”
“Really?” Trista asked, sincerely interested. “I’d love to hear more about it.”
“We’re gearing up for our spring play followed by our summer acting camp. You should see the amount of great talent we have from the kids around here,” Michelle said proudly. “Why don’t you come by tonight? We’re having our first meeting for the spring play.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a business card, handing it to Trista.
Trista took the card and put in her pocket. “I just might do that.” She thought it was the perfect thing to occupy her time until she could find a job in New York.
“Nice to meet you, Trista. Hope to see you soon.” Michelle headed for her dressing room. “Bye, Nicolette!”
Trista and Nicolette gathered their shopping bags and headed out. “Let’s have a glass of wine before we head home. I know the perfect place,” Nicolette said.
“Okay,” Trista agreed. She slipped inside the passenger seat of Nicolette’s Land Rover. While Nicolette drove, Trista checked her emails on her iPhone. She received an email from her agent about a voice-over job for a new commercial. She wouldn’t have to leave Florida. A small studio in nearby Panama City Beach agreed to provide the technical equipment and studio space for her.
Trista was in the middle of replying to her agent when Nicolette said, “We’re here.” She looked up to see they were parked in front of the Liars Club.
“What are we doing at this dive bar?”
“This dive bar happens to be partly owned by Daddy, in case you forgot. And it is also where the most handsome man in Blue Mountain Beach works.”
“You know, I’m really tired. Let’s just go home. We’ve got tons of wine there.”
Nicolette shut off the car. “Come on. Just for a bit. You can visit your picture that’s still hanging on the wall by the restrooms,” she said with a laugh.
Trista grabbed her bag. “Okay.” She wasn’t too crazy about seeing Riker again. She still needed to have a conversation with Nicolette. However, putting it off another day was looking better and better.
The bar was more crowded this time. Being a little after five o’clock, most of the patrons were just getting off work. During the off-season it was a mix of blue-collar workers
“I know that. I just want to do something special for you.” Trista thought maybe she was doing it to soothe her own guilt about Riker as well.
“Trista Carmichael?”
Trista turned around at the sound of her name. She spotted a woman holding a bunch of dresses in her hands. “I heard you were in town.” It was like deja vu all over again.
Word travels fast in a small town . “Just for a while.” Trista smiled politely, waiting for the woman to ask for her autograph or a picture.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long are you planning on staying?”
“Who knows?” Trista shrugged. She was trying to be polite, but today of all days, she just wanted some peace and quiet. She studied the woman, trying to figure out whether she knew her or not.
“She was fired from her show,” Nicolette whispered to the woman.
“Do you two know each other?” Trista asked, startled by her sister’s comment.
“This is Michelle Newhouse,” Nicolette introduced them. “I sold her a house last year. Michelle teaches drama at the local high school.”
“Nice to meet you.” Trista said turning to Michelle. “I wasn’t fired, by the way. My contract wasn’t renewed. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Well, they’re missing out on some great talent.” Michelle handed her dresses to the sales girl. “Can you start me a dressing room please?”
“What have you been up to?” Nicolette asked Michelle. “Still teaching those teenagers with raging hormones how to act?”
“Yes, just not for the school district. I retired from teaching. I now run my own production company and also head up the Blue Mountain Beach Children’s Theatre.”
“Really?” Trista asked, sincerely interested. “I’d love to hear more about it.”
“We’re gearing up for our spring play followed by our summer acting camp. You should see the amount of great talent we have from the kids around here,” Michelle said proudly. “Why don’t you come by tonight? We’re having our first meeting for the spring play.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a business card, handing it to Trista.
Trista took the card and put in her pocket. “I just might do that.” She thought it was the perfect thing to occupy her time until she could find a job in New York.
“Nice to meet you, Trista. Hope to see you soon.” Michelle headed for her dressing room. “Bye, Nicolette!”
Trista and Nicolette gathered their shopping bags and headed out. “Let’s have a glass of wine before we head home. I know the perfect place,” Nicolette said.
“Okay,” Trista agreed. She slipped inside the passenger seat of Nicolette’s Land Rover. While Nicolette drove, Trista checked her emails on her iPhone. She received an email from her agent about a voice-over job for a new commercial. She wouldn’t have to leave Florida. A small studio in nearby Panama City Beach agreed to provide the technical equipment and studio space for her.
Trista was in the middle of replying to her agent when Nicolette said, “We’re here.” She looked up to see they were parked in front of the Liars Club.
“What are we doing at this dive bar?”
“This dive bar happens to be partly owned by Daddy, in case you forgot. And it is also where the most handsome man in Blue Mountain Beach works.”
“You know, I’m really tired. Let’s just go home. We’ve got tons of wine there.”
Nicolette shut off the car. “Come on. Just for a bit. You can visit your picture that’s still hanging on the wall by the restrooms,” she said with a laugh.
Trista grabbed her bag. “Okay.” She wasn’t too crazy about seeing Riker again. She still needed to have a conversation with Nicolette. However, putting it off another day was looking better and better.
The bar was more crowded this time. Being a little after five o’clock, most of the patrons were just getting off work. During the off-season it was a mix of blue-collar workers
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