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I’ve learned that she and her sister, Dalton’s mother, were as different in personality as in looks. Jamie was a skinny child with red hair, and Lyra was the beautiful brunette who charmed everyone she met. Unfortunately for Lyra, she fell in with a party crowd as a teenager and never met a drug she didn’t like. She was clean through her pregnancy with Dalton, and on and off for many years after that, but eventually her demons caught up to her.

I know in my heart that it wasn’t the money Dalton sent to his parents that killed her. Poor people die of drug overdose all the time. What was probably the hardest on her was being rejected by her son, and losing contact with him. I can imagine what that would feel like, yet I can’t blame Dalton for wanting a different life for himself.

We all dream of being someone, after all.

Jamie wanted to be a Hollywood big shot, and she didn’t stop working until she got there.

And now she wants to be my fairy godmother, and help me out the way her mentor helped her.

In between my underwear modeling gigs (I’ve done two more campaigns since my first one), I’ve secured the rights to one of my favorite books, and I’m adapting it into a movie screenplay.

The story has a little bit of horror, plus some romance, and a big mystery. I think it’s going to be amazing, but the agonizing thing is I won’t know for years.

Seriously, these movie things take forever. For example, I’ve seen an early cut of the indie film Dalton shot in Beaverdale, but we don’t even have a date for when it will be in theaters. They’re going to do the film festivals, and then hopefully get wider distribution after that.

This constant waiting means we Hollywood types have to always be working on multiple projects. That’s why I’m also working on writing an original comedy series about a charming girl who works at a bookstore and just happens to be curvier than your typical actress. If that one goes ahead, we may need to fly in some actresses from outside LA for the auditions.

Well, that about sums up my life up until now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m about to jump out of a perfectly good airplane with my husband. He says it’s the best way to sneak onto the Weston Estate and enjoy their natural hot spring without setting off the security system they have set up along the road.

I don’t know why I let him talk me into these things.

I guess it’s because I love him so much.