Pedal to the medal.

Cherie had one, two, or maybe even a few too many drinks. It sloshed in her stomach, mixing with the pills she had consumed hungrily like food. But her intention was clear.

She needed to escape.

The first day she became known as a famous actress, it was all glitz and glam, flashing cameras that flattered her more than any person ever could. Cherie liked the attention, the fame. She liked having her name out there. And she liked leaving her life as Charlotte in the past. But the fame turned poisonous, and the people she had trusted began to backstab her. Her history of being an erotic dancer before rising to a celebrity, rags to riches, came back up to the surface to haunt her again. Cherie had a daughter named Coco, but she could barely look at her before being reminded of the man who she had danced with for too long that one night. If she hadn't picked that client, she wouldn't be an actress. But she would also be able to breathe without worrying about the pressure on her chest that kept getting heavier and heavier. He put a ring on her finger, called her his woman while he tangoed with other girls. But she couldn't leave him, for he was the reason she had risen above the other Hollywood stars.

As Cherie's manager and husband, Wilson Veneer stuffed her with pills to shut her up. He was tired of hearing her nag about the girls he snuck around with at night. He was tired of worrying about if she would say something to the press.

The rumors began to circulate Cherie and Wilson's relationship, saying things like how she slept with his father, or that she's been a drug addict that never recovered.

The drugs and the alcohol clouded Cherie's vision, but not her mind. Her red bottom heels slammed on the gas, and down her car went, tumbling down the rocks before splashing into the deep, murky waters.

She loved acting. She loved fame. She loved how caring Wilson was before this all happened. She loved her daughter.

And then it all went black.

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"So, why'd you do it, Charlotte?"

"I didn't want to kill Charlotte. I just wanted to kill Cherie."