Vanessa
Staring at the contract, I felt a wave of conflict wash over me as Mrs. Carson observed quietly. Desperate for some sort of sign, I decided to call Richard one last time. I clung to every ring, waiting, hoping. If he answered, I wouldn't sign. If he didn't... well, then I had no choice.
The phone rang, and rang, but no answer. I glanced at the screen—only thirty minutes left before filming began. Damn. The universe sure had a twisted way of making decisions for me. With a sigh, I turned to Mrs. Carson. "Do you have a pen?"
"Yes, I do," she replied, handing it to me.
Without hesitation, I signed the contract, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Hopefully, I'd be strong enough to live with whatever came next.
As I handed the contract back, I said, "I need to head to makeup and wardrobe. So, what happens now?"
