Page 4 of Fated Moons
She needed to work.
She needed to prove herself, once and for all.
“I thought you might say that, but I should warn you that both Heidi and Nelly’s managers will publicly say they declined the role and will explain why.”
“I would do the same thing in their shoes, but now I have to know why they passed.”
Both actresses were known for being difficult to work with and demanded certain perks that not every producer and director was willing to accept, though eventually they caved to their demands.
“Jackson Ledger will be playing the male lead, and since both of them had a nasty, public breakup with him, they don’t want the part.”
The fluttering excitement that had filled her belly dropped to the pit of her stomach like a brick being tossed from the top of a ten-story building. For her family’s sake, she should say no. Her father would be furious, and her grandparents would roll over in their graves. Nothing good could come from her co-starring with Jackson Ledger, renegade werewolf. She didn't have a clue as to why he moved back to New York five years ago, other than he’d taken the role of his career, which landed him an Oscar.
That part not only brought him great fame and fortune, but it destroyed his career. Not the film itself, but everything that happened after.
Amanda wondered if Reana knew the connection between the Ledger family and her own.
She opened her mouth to tell Reana she’d also have to decline the role, but nothing came out. This was a professional job.
Her career.
Her moment to shine.
No way would she let something that happened twenty years ago, and had nothing to do with her, stop her from taking this opportunity. And really, Jackson hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Shall I call the director?” Reana asked.
“Yes. I’m taking the role.”
“Good choice.”
“Talk to you tomorrow.” Amanda tapped her cell, ending the call. Leaning back in her father’s chair, she contemplated how the hell she would tell her family, and when.
Only she knew it had to be tonight, before some entertainment news show picked up the story and ran with it.
She made her way through the hallway of her childhood home, glancing at all the family photos displayed in matching custom-made wooden frames hanging on the walls. Generations of the royal Windsors. Their family represented all witch covens, not just the Coven of the Silver Flock. They were more like the British royal family, as in they held no real power of any kind over witches but were held above all others.
They didn’t even have a seat at the table of the Twilight Crossing Council. However, her father did attend meetings. For show. And the leaders kept him abreast of what was happening in the paranormal world.
It was a respect thing.
And when it came to witches and wizards, they listened to him. Sought his advice. Even the great Toldar, or Trask as he preferred to be called, had visited their home a time or two with wizard and witch business. But ultimately, her family was a figurehead.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Sucking in a deep breath, she entered the dining room.
“Well?” her father said, wiping his mouth with a white napkin before tossing it to the table and pushing back his chair. “I hope you got the part; otherwise, ruining our family time was for nothing.”
“I got the role.” She slipped into her chair across from Alicia and Avery and next to Arianna. They’d always sat in the same spots, never questioning if there had been a reason why.
“You don’t seem too excited, dear,” her mother said, reaching across the table, pouring another glass of wine, blinking, and doing her best to bring about the few small particles of fairy dust she could create.
But nothing happened.
Kudos for trying, though.
