Page 5 of Marisol Acts the Part
“Adjusting to this new, exciting phase of my career has meant evolving both personally and professionally. I’m so grateful to have met Marisol and the years we got to spend together. She’s an amazing person, and I wish nothing but the best for her moving forward.”
COMMENTS
WTFFFFFFFFFF HOW IS THIS HAPPENING
LOL who didn’t see this coming? She’s a massive airhead, obviously he was going to dump her eventually
im a child of divorce
this makes sense tbh. he was always a waaaaaaaaay better actor than her lmao
omg wait does this confirm he’s officially in season two of the limit?????
idk the two of them never made sense to me
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE NOW
Chapter 2
“Americone Dream or Half Baked?” Lily asks in lieu of a greeting as I open my front door. She and her twin sister, Posie, arrived a record-breaking twenty minutes after my SOS text to them about the breakup.
My stomach rumbles as I consider my ice cream options. “Both?”
“Both, it is,” Posie replies, pulling two spoons out of thinair.
Opening the front door for them was the first time I’ve left the nest I built in the living room last night. After forty-five minutes of alternating between sobbing on the couch and sobbing in the reclining chair, I was too wiped to climb up the stairs to my room. My mom came to the rescue with a pair of pajamas fresh out of the dryer, a blanket, and so much hot chocolate my teeth have started to ache.
By morning, I’d stopped crying long enough to send an SOS signal to Lily and Posie.Avalon Grovemay have been thestart and end of Miles and my epic love story, but at least it gave me my best friends. It’s a miracle that we’re as close as we are, considering they played my character’s bitter archenemies. We may’ve hated each other on-screen for four seasons, but we’ve been inseparable off-screen ever since we bonded over our shared love for glitter eye shadow and rom-coms.
Bruiser perks up at the arrival of the twins and fresh snacks, tongue lapping out of her mouth happily and a dribble of snot running down her mouth as she curls up on my lap.
“Gross, Bruise.” I groan when some of her snot gets onto my pajama pants. As wonderful company as she is, she’s definitely not my most hygienic friend.
Lily saves me from another snot attack by lifting Bruiser into her arms, and they settle down beside me. The girls watch me pop the lids off both pints and help myself to a spoonful of each. My stomach will hate me for this tomorrow, but I can’t find it in me to care today.
The combination of the chunks of chocolate-covered waffle cone and caramel from Americone Dream and the brownie and cookie dough from Half Baked creates a euphoric taste explosion in my mouth, making my entire body shiver. All I’ve been able to have for dessert publicly for the past three months is the sugar-free-dairy-free-low-calorie-no-fun sorbet I did a brand deal with. Thankfully, I’m not bound to Berry Delicious Sorbet now that they’ve declared bankruptcy. Heartbreak calls for full-calorie goodness.
“How’re you feeling?” Posie asks after I’ve handed her the Half Baked to focus my attention on Americone Dream.
“Like garbage.” I gesture down to my stained pajama pants. “And I look like it too.”
“Well, I thi—”
“Please don’t tell me I look beautiful.”
Both Lily and Posie pout. It’d be impossible to tell them apart if it wasn’t for the diamond initial necklaces they always wear. They don’t make it any easier with their wardrobes, either. Today they’re decked out in matching baby-blue tracksuits with their blond hair pulled into sleek high ponies, their usually pale skin glowing with the subtle radiance of a fresh spray tan. “But you do!” Posie protests.
I glare, and she immediately backs off. Posie has enough energy and enthusiasm to power a ten-story building, but I’m not ready to be recharged.
“Sorry,” I apologize quickly, not meaning to take my anger out on the people who drove all the way from Santa Monica to be with me. I punctuate the statement by offering both of them spoons and holding the pint of Americone Dream toward them. “Thank you for being here.”
“Of course,” Posie says, my earlier snap rolling right off her back as she helps herself to a bite of Americone Dream first, then Half Baked. “Miles is such a dick.”
“Seriously,” Lily agrees, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Anyone who dumps someone as amazing as you needs to seriously rethink their life choices.”
I snort around my ice cream, and as unattractive as the sound is, it feels good to laugh. My lips and throat still ache—as if I haven’t used the muscles to laugh in years instead of a few hours—but I’ll take the pain to feel something other than self-pity.
Happily digging into our ice cream, we all turn our attention to the final moments of the latest Hallmark Original I’dbeen watching before they got here. I wrinkle my nose as the heroine seals her happily-ever-after with a kiss, her handsome leading man promising to love her forevermore.
