Page 79 of Unscripted with Mila

“Whatever. You seem like a nice little girl. Do yourself a favor. Walk away before he destroys you. Before he takes the light he’s found and drags it into the darkness.”

I barked a laugh. “You can’t give someone bipolar disorder. It’s not a cold you can catch.”

She crossed her arms and glared at me. “He’ll drain you.”

“That’s my business and not yours.” I mimicked her stance. “Why do I scare you so much?”

“You don’t scare me,” she scoffed.

“I think I do. You’re worried I might have more influence on Nick than you do. That he might see how you really don’t have his best interests at heart. That he might actually have other options.”

For a moment, she said nothing. Hate blazed from her eyes, and I knew I’d struck close to home.

“Nicky and I have been through too much together. He would never leave me. And if you push him to, you might find yourself the one being left,” she spat.

The door opened, and Andi walked in, looking shocked at seeing MJ there. “Problem?” she drawled, walking my way and standing next to me.

“No. MJ was just leaving.”

MJ tossed her hair, the brassy color bright under the lights. “Trying to save your client some heartache, Andi. I know Nicky better than anyone, and I know what he can be like. Once the shine wears off, she’ll have a lot of shit to deal with.”

I felt a tremor go through me. “I know what Nick is capable of. He has a lot of strength inside. Despite how he’s handled, he is the most amazing man I have ever met.”

“I think Mila has made her decision. Thanks for dropping by,” Andi finished for me, gripping my elbow. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

MJ spun on her heel, grabbing the door handle. “Have fun playing house. It won’t last.” She paused. “And he hates yellow,” she snapped and flounced from the room, slamming the door behind her.

I sat down, my legs shaking. I took in some deep breaths, and Andi slipped a glass of water into my hand.

“You didn’t pass out,” she said. “You stood up to her.”

“My God, she is vile,” I muttered.

“She certainly has balls.”

“Is she in love with him?” I asked Andi.

“Fixated for sure. Possessive. Not sure if she knows how to love.” Andi frowned. “Please be careful, Mila.” She rubbed her head. “I told your dad I would watch out for you. You fall for the lead who has issues, and you anger his psycho agent. And you’re bringing home that same man who might be a bit obsessed with you. Van is going to kill me.”

“Not quite the bore you thought I was, am I?” I couldn’t help but quip.

She began to laugh. “Nope. So, you’re wearing the yellow, right?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. Let’s get you ready.”

* * *

At seven, Nick arrived. He came in, carrying a small bunch of flowers. He stopped when he saw me, and he stared. Swallowed. Stared again. Twirled his finger, silently asking me to do the same.

He came closer and kissed me. “You are breathtaking,” he murmured. “My God, Mila. You are stunning.”

“Thank you.” Feeling shy, I patted his lapel. “I like you in a suit.”

“I clean up well.”

“You both look nice, kids,” Andi said, a slight touch of sarcasm in her voice. “How are you getting to prom exactly?”