Page 90 of Never Date a Celebrity

Amelia stopped fidgeting and shot them a smile. “Sorry. The itch is terrible.”

Helen rolled her eyes. Veronica was still typing.

Amelia decided to throw her question right out there. “How would it affect my career if I made Ireland my base?”

Silence dragged on for a few seconds. Helen stared. Veronica stopped typing and stared too.

“Did you have a location in Ireland in mind?” Helen asked first. “I hear Cork’s nice. Or Dublin?”

Amelia gave her a look. Smartass. “I think I want to stick to Ballyluck. But what would it mean for my career if I did?”

Veronica pitched in. “I mean, are you still prepared to travel? A lot of the jobs will still be here in LA. New York. Chicago.”

“Of course. I don’t want to stop acting or take a step back or anything. I just want to be here when I’m not working. And I was thinking that maybe there will be more roles available around this part of the world.”

Veronica considered it. “There are a lot of movies shot in Ireland these days. And there’s always work in London.”

Amelia gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yes, I’d be interested in looking at those. You think you can make that happen?”

“Darling, have you met me? I can get you work anywhere.” Veronica looked smug for all of two seconds before starting to type again.

“Amazing. Helen? Can we make it work from your end?”

“Well, of course. I can make anything work. But if you think I’m coming over there to visit you in that horrible weather, you can think again.” Helen shuddered. “If we schedule in-person meetings, you can come to me.”

Amelia grinned. “Are you sure? I hear the summers can be quite pleasant here.”

“I’ll live it through your Insta.”

Amelia laughed outright. “I’ll be keeping my place in LA to use as my base when I’m working back home. You’ll still see my face plenty.”

“A joy I’ll anticipate with bated breath.”

Amelia felt a million times lighter after finishing up the conversation. It had been an idea floating around her mind for a while, since she and Imogen started spending all their free time together. Though she hadn’t discussed it with Imogen yet. Maybe it was too soon. But it didn’t feel like it was. She and Imogen were in a really good place. And if things were this good, why waste any time?

Amelia was sprawled across her soft white couch, trying to figure out the best time to bring it up with Imogen, when her trailer door burst open. She didn’t need to look around to know who it was. “Hey, Bridget.”

“It’s fucking freezing out there. Baltic, isn’t that the term they use here?” Bridget strode in and pointed at Amelia’s legs. “Are you going to move and let me sit down or do I have to stand?”

The standing thing was tempting, but Amelia reluctantly swung her legs down, pushing herself into a sitting position. “Look at you getting to grips with the local lingo.”

“What can I say? I’m impressive.” Bridget elegantly sat down beside Amelia and went straight onto her phone. She probably never slumped onto chairs. Not with eyewitnesses anyway.

Amelia waited a good three minutes for Bridget to look up from her phone and speak. But it didn’t happen. “Did you come here for any particular reason, or…?”

“Nope.” Bridget remained engrossed in her phone. Amelia blatantly stared at her until she noticed and looked at her. “What?”

“Couldn’t you doomscroll in your own trailer?”

“Do you really think I spend my time mindlessly scrolling like everyone else?” Bridget shook her hair out. “I’m reading a script for a new role I’ve been asked to do. When I say asked, I mean begged.”

Amelia was actually curious about what Bridget was doing next. “Oh yeah? Anything good?”

“They want me to play a villain. I initially said no. But my agent insists it could be a good move. I think he even used the word fun.” Bridget spat out the word fun like it was choking her.

Amelia almost laughed. “I think it could be kinda cool to play a villain. Imagine how bad you’d get to be, and it would be totally acceptable.”

Bridget glared at her. “Do you want it?”