Chapter 9 Fuck Mr. Madden?

Rachel wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. The red velvet carpet of Sheldon’s looked like a good place to hide from the glares and gloating looks she was getting from the patrons – was that the Joan Rivers lookalike Susan Mists looking at her?

Rachel had ordered chicken, salad, and wine. It was all nice and delicious but all she found herself reaching out for was wine and more wine. Nate was generous enough to order two bottles of red for her alone.

She could just see the tabloids: Rachel Rivers drowning in a river of red.

She didn’t care.

Actually, she did which was why she was trying to forget by drowning herself in the bottles of wine. Across her Nate ate slowly, chewing every bite and watching her intently. Between the glare directed at her by the same people she made enmity with on her climb to stardom and the direct look Nate was giving her, she didn’t know which she preferred. But she guessed she should be grateful that Nate’s presence with her put the enemies at