“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. It’s written all over his fucking face.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. He may love me now but who knows how long that will last?”
Grant sighs, his jaw flexing with sad frustration. “Eliza…”
“It’s already done.” I reach over his lap and grab the make-up bag off the next vanity. “We have a show to do.”
He reaches into his pocket for his phone as he slides down into his chair. “Well, for the record, I think you’re making a really stupid mistake, Eliza.”
“Noted.”
A really stupid mistake.
I would love to admit that I’ve made a mistake and race out of here to fall back into Junior’s arms but I can’t. Junior has wanted to play in the pros since he was a little kid. His family is expecting it. Who am I to take that from him? What kind of person does that make me to take away everything he’s worked so hard for and dictate the course of his life?
I won’t let Cary Pierce dictate mine anymore.
I’ll stay for the show. I owe it to the rest of the cast and crew to finish it. There’s a matinee tomorrow and then an evening show and then after that, I’ll leave. I won’t let Monday morning come, along with the shackles of my father’s demands on me.
Junior never has to know.