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Still, it would be nice to meet someone her instincts felt good about.
Abby also sent a not to Dion, confessing that Justin had propositioned her. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to his face. It was just too awkward. He at least had the story. It was up to him to decide whether he believed it or what to do about it.
Andria found Dylan in the dining room. She pounced on him triumphantly. “I made something! You’re going to love it!”
She dragged a perplexed and curious Dylan to the upstairs bathroom, where there was a brightly-colored crate waiting. It was the size of an adult sim.
Dylan had a sudden flash of foreboding. “Andria, what is this?” he asked.
Andria unlocked the door and stepped back. It creaked open.
Dylan took one look. The he had to look away.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“A maid!” Andria said. “You won’t have to worry about the house turning into a pit with three children.”
“You raised the dead to clean our house??”
“What? Oh!” Andria laughed. “No, Bonehilda was never alive. She’s just bits of old magic stitched together. She just looks like a walking skeleton.”
“I’m not sure I can let a walking skeleton clean my house,” Dylan insisted.
Andria waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, relax. Give her a chance. You’ll get used to the way she looks, and then you’ll never want to put her back in her box.”
Dylan really hoped so.
“Hey,” he called. “Can I talk to you?”
No paparazzi had ever tried to interact with her. Abby shrugged. “Sure.”
“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked.
“What?” Abby asked.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages, but it’s kind of against my job. Please? If you don’t like it, I won’t bother you again.”
Abby couldn’t help but laugh.
“All right,” she said. “You can take me out right now.”
It was the strangest date Abby had ever been on, and that was saying something.
Things were a bit rocky at home. Edmund might be detached and gloomy, but he took his responsibilities very seriously.
Victoria, on the other hand, tended to whatever seemed good at the time. When she was caught wandering the beach during school hours and brought home by the police, Andria was beside herself.
She gave Victoria a blistering lecture. Victoria promised she would never do anything like that again.
They made up quickly, though. Victoria showed her her mother the first hints at a growing magical talent.
Andria was overjoyed.
Sawyer tended his plant, mostly after hours when Andria wouldn’t notice and bother him. He only stepped on some of Andria’s produce. He was sure she wouldn’t notice.
For someone who looked as gruesome as she did, she was remarkably good at going about her work without bothering anyone.
Anton Pierce invited Abby out for a private lunch, where he offered her the lead in his new movie.
Abby didn’t hesitate. Of course she said yes.
If she didn’t grab an opportunity like this, she might never get another chance. If a renowned director like Anton Pierce wanted to work with her, she’d really made it.
And that’s how Abby found herself signing autographs at a nightclub on her birthday.
The film’s production schedule was aggressive. When she wasn’t filming, she was doing publicity events. It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.
At least this was a good crowd to celebrate with.
“A round of drinks for everyone on the studio’s expense account!”
“I know this sounds like a pickup line,” she said, “but haven’t we met before?”
He gave a little bow. “Officer Chaim Erickson, at your service.”
Chaim gave her a puzzled look. “Promote your what?”
“My movie? Anton Pierce directing? That’s what this whole event is about.”
“I don’t really watch a lot of movies. I just came by for a drink after work.”
Abby couldn’t contain her astonishment. “You’ve really never heard of Anton Pierce? He directed Mobile Maneater. It won the Simmy for best picture last year. He’s kind of a superstar.”
Chaim shrugged. “They’re just movies,” he said. “Would you like to dance?”
A successful actress and a police officer? It was absurd to think about. Abby knew she shouldn’t lead him on. Yet she found herself saying yes.
And danced. And talked. And danced. Abby was so used to talking about the movie industry that she had to work to find topics of conversation that interested them both. It was… refreshing, actually.
“You’re pretty amazing,” Chaim said. He looked into her eyes, and she couldn’t look away.
“Can I see you again?” Chaim asked. “Are you doing anything for Love Day? Is that too forward?”
“I have Love Day off,” Abby admitted. “I could meet you at the fairgrounds.”
Chaim’s face lit up in a bright smile. “That would be perfect. I’ll see you then, Abby the Actress.”
Bonehilda! This is the first time I got to play with her!!
This post ended up being almost all Abby. Too much happened to her too close together. As you might guess, she’s very close to reaching her LTW, so she was getting a lot of simgod attention.
She got a date call from Thomas Mosley the paparazzi. He’s been spamming her with attraction notifications every time they’re both on the lot — which is often — for most of her YA life. I thought I’d see if they hit it off. He was called back to work abruptly after getting his food. Those paparazzi.
I do want to point out that Abby is a Snob, which is why I wrote her automatically dismissing the idea of dating a cop. But her birthday also triggered a Midlife Crisis, so I’m going to guess she’s willing to entertain some changes in her worldview.