Rule number one of former child stardom – never Google yourself in the midst of a pity party because you’ll inevitably do something stupid. Case in point, me falling for a writer on a different continent who has no idea that I’m the star of her fictional fantasies.
I can’t stop thinking about Kate Dubois even as we talk everyday. I should have told her the truth of who I was before things got this far. In my defense, celebrity comes with a lot of baggage and it is nice to be seen (figuratively) for who I really am.
Now, I have a chance to actually meet her in person and there’s no way I can pass that up.
Just one harmless look at the woman who has changed my life and I can go back to hiding in English countryside obscurity.
What’s the worst that could happen?