Chapter 39

Maria was convinced Lucas Brooks wouldn’t make it big—and even if he did, it wouldn’t last. Compared to someone like Charlie Cruz? Please, Charlie had way more brains and actual talent. Just by watching Lucas act, you could tell he was mediocre at best. "But why?" Grace asked, confused. Maria laid out everything that had happened earlier in the day. Grace listened, her expression turning darker by the second. By the time Maria finished, Grace slammed her fork down, furious. "I must’ve been blind! That guy’s actually like that? And he seriously thought you’d sleep with him to give him a leg up? Ugh, he really needs to take a long, hard look in the mirror. There's gotta be water at home, right? Wash his face and wake up already." Maria couldn’t help laughing—a genuine, amused laugh. So this was what it looked like when someone turned on their idol. She’d finally seen it firsthand. Grace’s mood changed as fast as flipping a switch. One minute she was swearing about Lucas, and the next, Ma