“Are Rosalind Preston and Christopher Neel headed for a messy breakup?” Rosalind scoffs at the headline and throws the paper in the trash. “Chris will have a cow if he reads that garbage, that’s for sure.” She mutters to herself as she pulls out her phone and dials her agent. Her foot tapping anxiously as she waits for him to pick up. Click. “Yellow!” He says calmly, as if Rosalind and Christopher’s relationship hasn’t just been dubbed “most likely to fail.” “Russell! What’s this about me and Chris breaking up?!” She says while trying to keep her voice down so Chris wouldn’t hear. Rosalind hears a sigh on the other end. “O-O-Oh. That. Well I don’t know what to tell ya Rosie! The paps and the tabloids haven’t seen y’all together and the people want to know. It’s business Rosie you know that.” She rolls her eyes and sits down on the arm of her couch. “Book a public appearance for us.” She says while kicking herself. “You got it tootsie.” She angrily hangs up the phone and drops it onto the couch. “I just wanted a weekend getaway for goodness sake’s,” She says while going to tell Christopher about their public appearance. The price of fame is a hefty one, and it oft isn’t worth the price.