Blissfully Yours (Mills & Boon Kimani) by Velvet Carter Read Free Book Online Page A

Brandon interrupted their ongoing spat. “Okay, places, please. Cue lights and sound.”
    The shoe salon brightened up and everyone—actors, cameramen, soundmen—took their respective places. Saturday and Petra positioned themselves near the designer shoes. Brooke and Trista waited on the sidelines until their turn to enter.
    â€œTake one. Action!” Brandon announced.
    â€œWhat are you wearing tonight for your date?” Saturday asked Petra.
    Petra picked up a silver metallic platform shoe off the display and held it in her right hand. “Platinum minidress and this shoe. It perfect together.”
    Saturday walked up and snatched the shoe out of Petra’s hand. “Actually, it goes perfectly with my fuchsia-and-silver pantsuit. I’m going to buy them.”
    Petra snatched the shoe back. “No! Mine!”
    â€œHow dare you take something out of my hand!”
    â€œYou take from me first,” Petra said, holding on tightly to the shoe.
    Saturday stepped closer and tried to take the shoe back, but Petra had a firm grip and she couldn’t pry it out of Petra’s hand. “Give me the shoe!”
    â€œNo! Mine!” Petra held the shoe to her chest.
    â€œCut!” Ed yelled, getting up and walking onto the set. “I said I wanted a shoe fight, not a tug-of-war. Petra, hand me the shoe so I can demonstrate what I’m talking about.” Ed raised the shoe in the air and hurled it across the room with such force that he fell forward, landing on the carpet.
    After a few seconds, Ed was still on the floor. He hadn’t made any attempt to get up.
    â€œHey, man, are you okay?” Brandon asked. When Ed didn’t move or speak, Brandon came over and knelt beside him. He shook him softly. “Ed, Ed, are you okay?” Still no answer.
    Saturday knelt next to Brandon, reached down and felt Ed’s pulse, but there was no rhythmic beating. She immediately started doing CPR, pressing on his chest and blowing air into his mouth.
    â€œSomebody call nine-one-one!” Brandon yelled.
    The cast and crew looked on as Saturday repeated the CPR routine over and over until the paramedics arrived. They quickly checked Ed’s vitals. He now had a faint pulse, thanks to Saturday’s emergency CPR. They placed an oxygen mask around his nose and mouth, loaded him on a gurney and rolled him out of the store and into a waiting ambulance.
    Brandon grabbed Saturday and they quickly hopped into an approaching taxi and followed the ambulance as it wove in and out of traffic. They rode to the hospital in silence, each with pensive looks on their faces. The shoot had begun with an orchestrated frivolous scene, but it had ended with a real life-and-death drama.

Chapter 8
    T he bright rays of the midday Caribbean sun kissed Ayana’s brown skin as she lounged on the sandy Negril beach in a snow-white two-piece swimsuit. She looked up from the romance novel she was reading and stared off into the calm turquoise waters. Looking out into the ocean, Ayana took a moment to reflect on the recent events that had shifted her life momentarily.
    The past week had been a traumatic whirlwind. It all began with Ed’s unexpected heart attack. He barely escaped death that day on the shoot when he collapsed. His condition was critical, rendering him bedridden, hooked up to intravenous drips and monitors in the intensive-care unit. Steve, the executive producer, had told the cast and crew that because Ed was the visionary for the show, he had no other choice but to halt production until Ed made a full recovery. And, based on the cardiologist’s grim prognosis, that wouldn’t be anytime soon.
    During the same week, Ayana’s father had had a mild stroke. Her mother’s tone had been cool and calm when she called to tell her the news. She had told Ayana that everything was under control and that she didn’t need to rush home. But with the show on hold indefinitely,