Chapter 62 An Itchy Situation
The next day, Sarah was on set. Andrea hadn’t been expecting her, but the shooting was ahead of schedule, so she’d been called in to film a scene with Andrea. After the night she’d had with Rhonda, she could’ve done without seeing the other woman, but Andrea had already promised Cam that she wouldn’t start anything.
She decided not to say anything at all. Her hair and makeup done, she wandered over to get a bagel for breakfast while Sara was in Stephon’s chair. She hoped they could get the scene done quickly so she could go without seeing Sarah for a while.
“How’s it going?” Travis asked, coming up behind her. “You okay with Sarah being here?”
“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Andrea shrugged, spreading a thin layer of strawberry cream cheese over a wedge of bagel. “As long as she leaves me alone.”
“You get to have an argument on set with her today, right?”
“Yep—over you.” She tried not to smile at him. Travis had taken her innocent flirting early on to a whole new level, and she didn’t want to encourage him.
“Are you going out tonight?”
“I think so. Case has a friend in town, Charlie, and he really wants to go to Lime Light.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a great place. I might see you there.”
Andrea gave him a half smile. As long as Case was with her, it was fine if Travis was also at the club. She scratched her arm, realizing it was itching pretty badly.
“Woah—what’s up with your arm?” Travis asked, pointing at the place where her shirt had moved up while she was scratching.
“Huh?” Andrea looked down. Her entire arm was bright red. “Seriously?” She set the bagel down on a plate and stared at her arm. It looked like some sort of a rash. Quickly, she checked her other arm. It was red, too. She could only imagine what her stomach looked like.
Trying not to panic, she calmly walked back to wardrobe. Nevaeh and a few of her assistants were looking through the outfits for the next scene. As discreetly as possible, Andrea said, “Nevaeh, we have a problem.”
“A problem? With my wardrobe? No, can’t be. Not unless you spilled something.”
Sarah was sitting not far away in Stephon’s makeup chair, and when Andrea stole a glance at her, she could tell she was watching with interest. She had something to do with this. Andrea hadn’t brought her extra staffers with her today because Sarah wasn’t supposed to be on set. She would just have to bring them every day from now on. “Look.” She pulled up her sleeve, and Naveah gasped.
“Well, maybe it’s something you ate.”
“I think… someone might’ve tampered with it.”
“No, no one has been in here except for my team, Travis, and….Oh.”
“Exactly.” Nevaeh didn’t have to say who she was thinking. “Do you have another shirt I can wear that’s similar? One that maybe hasn’t been hanging here? In case she got to it, too?”
The tiny woman tapped her chin. “Yes… there’s one in the wardrobe in back. It’s locked. DePaulo!”
DePaulo, a tall Italian God of a man whom Stephon could not stop crushing on, swaggered over. “Go to the wardrobe, get the replacement shirt for this one. Be discreet. Hurry.” She handed him a small silver key. He nodded and hurried off.
Andrea was itching so badly now, she thought she might rip the garment off. Whatever Sarah had put in the shirt, she’d done a great job. “I’m going to the restroom.”
“I’ll bring it to you. And some allergy medicine. I’m so sorry, darling.”
“It’s not your fault. We’ll just have to keep a better eye on… things.”
Nevaeh nodded, and Andrea did her best to walk at a leisurely pace to the bathroom. Once inside, she ripped the shirt off and doused her arms with water from the sink, wetting a paper towel and soaping it up to wash off the rest of her upper body. Everything was bright red and inflamed. Small traces of powder were visible inside of the blouse.
Nevaeh came in a moment later. “Hellfire and brimstone,” she said.
“You’re telling me.”
“No, the powder,” she said with a snort. “That’s what she put in your shirt.”
“That woman is the devil!” Andrea checked the new shirt.
“I already did that. It’s fine.”
“Thank you.” Andrea put it on. It looked almost the same as the last one. Nevaeh handed her a tube of some sort of cream, and Andrea slathered that onto her burning skin. Then, she swallowed some non-drowsy allergy medication.
“They’re ready for you on set.” Nevaeh moved a few strands of hair back into place, and Andrea checked her makeup. She’d need more powder, but other than she was fine. At least the powder hadn’t gotten on her face.
“Thanks for our help, Nevaeh.”
“Thank you for not making a scene. Cam would be furious at me if he knew I let this happen.”
“It wasn’t your fault. You just never know what she’s going to do.” Andrea thought about the last time she’d made a film with Sarah. Chills went down her body.
“Well, if I have to choose sides, I know whose I choose now,” Nevaeh said with a shrug.
Andrea patted her shoulder. “Thank you, but I’m just going to try to pretend this never happened.” It would be difficult, but Andrea didn’t really have any other choice. She’d promised Cam, and she really didn’t want to sink to Sarah’s level. Maybe if she didn’t react, the woman would give up. Somehow she doubted it, but it beat trying to get even.
With a deep breath, Andrea went out to the set, hoping she could get through the scene with Sarah without anything else happening.
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