Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle by Kim Carmichael Read Free Book Online Page A

little shops and
cafes.
    “ No, I only know that Ivy
is coming for some surprise and they won’t tell me because of my
sordid past.” She motioned for Wilson to turn.
    “ So you never cracked and
told her you were coming down?” He chuckled and followed her
direction and they made their way into the residential area that
housed some of the most amazing mid-century modern
homes.
    “ Well, between Wilson’s and
Wilson, I really didn’t get the chance to tell her.” After
indicating another turn, she sank down in the seat. Going to the
Vermont’s was not unlike going to her mother’s in the fact she
would be questioned or interrogated, or basically put on the
witness stand. “Third house on the left.”
    “ Wow.” Wilson stopped the
car and stared at the home, the same reaction everyone had the
first time they saw this little get-away.
    “ I have something to tell
you.” Thus far, she’d tried to keep talk of this trip to a minimum,
not only because she basically admitted this is the man she was
seeing and with more than her eyeballs, but also because they would
be staying overnight for the first time together like a real
couple.
    “ Uh, oh.” Wilson put the
car in park and faced her. “What is it?”
    She stared at him. What would it be like if
they were a real couple? She never even allowed herself the thought
before, but being in this situation, she really had no choice but
to try on the shoe. “This is Curtis Raleigh’s home. Ivy’s mom is
Curtis Raleigh’s daughter.”
    “ Curtis Raleigh, the real
Curtis Raleigh as in the superstar actor Curtis Raleigh?” He leaned
down and took in the home.
    “ Well, if it was any other
Curtis Raleigh it would be stupid to tell you except to mention its
not the right Curtis Raleigh.” Ivy’s grandfather famously died of
an overdose.
    “ That does make sense.” He
continued to stare at the gorgeous home.
    She gazed at the house as well. Yes, it was
magnificent.
    They both sat there looking for quite a
while until the front door opened “Giselle, get in here before Ivy
arrives.” One of the Vermont clan came out holding her baby.
    She groaned. The woman’s screech rattled
through her skull.
    “ Who’s that?” Wilson got
out of the car.
    “ Fern, the sister. If she’s
not careful, we can play hair salon again and this time it will be
more than a five inch trim.” Giselle got out of the car wondering
if she could use the baby as a shield against Ivy’s weed of a
sister. “Everything in this family is a big theatrical
production.”
    “ Well, some families are
more dramatic.” Suitcase in tow, he came around the car and grabbed
her hand.
    “ No, the whole family is
actors. Classically trained actors. Everyone but Ivy, who is scared
of the stage or camera or anyone looking at her.” In keeping with
her own role for the night, she coiled her arm around Wilson’s and
stood slightly behind him. He was a much better shield than an
infant. “Ivy’s mother hates actors that aren’t trained.”
    “ Good thing Logan isn’t
here. He was actually discovered in the street like people dream
of.” Wilson’s laugh was cut off when Fern stomped over to
them.
    “ Fern Vermont Pollack.” The
older, faded version of Ivy thrust her hand at Wilson. “Welcome to
my family’s home, and you are?”
    With their bags in one hand, he went to lift
his other hand.
    Giselle held him fast. “I can make the
introductions.”
    “ Is that Giselle?” Ivy’s
mother came outside, as well as her father and Fern’s
husband.
    “ Well, you’re not making
them, so what I am supposed to do?” Fern jutted her jaw
out.
    “ I thought we were in a
rush with Ivy on the way, so I was waiting to be efficient.” Like
any other horrible chore, the best course of action was to dig
right in or save it for later. Saving this for later wouldn’t work,
and she dragged Wilson into the center of the group. “Wilson, this
is Cecelia Vermont, Ivy’s mother, Dennis Vermont, Ivy’s