“Are these all from fans?” one asked, eyeing the trinkets on the table.
“Yeah,” Chelsey said with a cheerful smile. “Just plushies, keychains… the usual. Hadley never accepts anything too pricey.”
“But she’s not filming today. Why’d you still show up?”
Chelsey beamed. “I’m heading to the Scott family’s house later! It’s Mr. Ferris Scott’s wedding anniversary, and Hadley invited me!”
“Seriously?”
“Yup!” Chelsey nodded proudly. “Just packing up her things before I go.”
“Lucky you.” One of them sighed. “That’s the Scott family. The food alone must be amazing.”
“I know, right?” Chelsey laughed, her eyes twinkling. “I’ve been saving my appetite all day!”
Just then, a girl appeared in the doorway holding a small box. She knocked lightly on the open frame.
“Excuse me, is this Hadley Pearson’s dressing room?”
“It is,” Chelsey answered, her smile softening. The laughter in the room died down. “Can we help you with something?” she asked, stepping forward.
The young woman scanned the area. “Hadley’s not around?”
“She didn’t show up on set today,” Chelsey replied. “Did you need something? I’m her assistant, and I’ll be seeing her shortly. Need me to pass the message?”
“Are you Chelsey?”
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“That’s right.” Chelsey nodded.
The young woman extended a box toward her. “This is for her. Would you mind passing it along?”
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“What’s inside?” Chelsey asked. “Hadley doesn’t accept pricey gifts, just so you know.”
“It’s not pricey!” the young woman said quickly. “It’s handmade by me.” She lifted the lid to reveal a small, handmade coin pouch. “She can fit some change, keys, or a phone; it’s super handy!”
“Fine, no problem.” Chelsey gave a nod. “I’ll take it to her. I’m heading there now. And thank you—from Hadley.”
“No problem!” The young woman looked visibly relieved. “I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll be on my way.”
“Sure.”
The young woman spun around and dashed outside.
Someone stood waiting.
“Well?” Ayla took hold of her arm. “Did you manage to give it to her?”
“Yup!” The young woman figured it was easier not to mention that Hadley hadn’t been there.
It didn’t really matter—Chelsey would hand it over anyway.
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