Secrets of My Hollywood Life: Family Affairs by Jen Calonita

of the Chinese, Japanese, and Thai cuisine eatery I read in my room, it’s actually 42,000 square feet. Large enough to have a 20-foot-tall carved Buddha floating over an infinity pool filled with Japanese carp. There are waterfalls, plenty of greenery, wood carvings, stones, and velvet-draped walls. I’m so busy taking in the scenery that I barely notice it at first. Up on the mezzanine level, where we’re supposedly going to be eating, are a ton of photographers and they’re taking pictures of . . . “ALEXIS IS UP THERE ALREADY!” Sky screeches, apparently seeing exactly what I hoped I hadn’t seen. “AND SHE’S GOT THE PRESS ALL TO HERSELF!” She grabs the trembling hottie host by his collar. “YOU KNEW, DIDN’T YOU?” she bellows. He lowers his blue eyes and nods. “She gave me a hundred bucks and her room number,” he boasts. “She moved the interview up an hour.” “She wouldn’t!” Ava says, getting visibly upset. “She said she was looking forward to doing the interview together. Tom said it was important for us to do it together. Why would she do that?” “Because she’s a manipulator,” Sky tells her and the rest of us. “Well, it ends now.” She stomps off to the elevators with the rest of our angry mob in tow. I run after them and try to make my way to Sky. “Remember what we talked about,” I warn her. “Don’t do anything stupid. She’s probably charming the pants off them right now.” “She’ll wet her pants when she sees me,” Sky growls. “You’ll look like the bad guy,” I tell her. Sky hits the