CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE – DE JA VU?

The limousine glided through the bustling streets, the city pulsating with anticipation for the premiere. Madison peeked out the window, catching glimpses of flashing cameras and throngs of screaming fans. Donald, no longer the picture of composure from earlier, was bouncing in his seat, clutching a bag of popcorn Kyle had snuck in for him. "Just imagine, Madison," Kyle said, her voice tinged with awe, "all those people are here for our movie!" Madison smiled, a lump forming in her throat. "It's hard to believe." The limo pulled to a stop at the red carpet, a sea of flashing bulbs and eager reporters. Sebastian, ever the gentleman, stepped out first, offering his hand to help Madison out. The moment their feet touched the red carpet, the world exploded. A chorus of "Madison! Sebastian!" drowned out everything else. Madison plastered a smile on her face, feeling Sebastian's reassuring hand on her lower back. They wove through the throng of reporters, answering questions with practic