Chapter 50: An interview with summer( Bonus - )
"An Interview with Summer Celestèe (This Was Her Idea, Obviously)"
The coffee table was a war zone.
Half a muffin, a tangle of phone chargers, three mismatched mugs (all half full of different liquids), and a cat who didn’t even live here lounged across the surface like it paid rent.
Edward Dovelace leaned back into the couch, cracked open a can of lemon soda, and glared at the voice recorder on his phone like it had personally insulted him.
"You’re not even going to pretend this is serious, are you?" he asked.
Summer Celestèe, movie star, global fashion icon, and his next-door neighbor since the age of five, was currently wearing avocado-patterned pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the floor like a chaotic little gremlin.
"Nope," she said cheerfully. "But I brought snacks. So technically I’m being a good guest in my own house."
Edward sighed. "You dragged me in here for an ’exclusive interview,’ forced me to put on a hoodie that says ’PROPERTY OF CELESTÈE INDUSTRIES,’ and now you’re eating all the trail mix."
"I picked out the raisins for you," she offered. "That’s friendship."
"That’s guilt. You’re trying to bribe me with nut dust."
Summer grinned like a cat who’d knocked over six wine glasses and blamed gravity. "Hit record, Dovelace."