The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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SHE IS NOT TALKING TO her." Mason says that the same time as I say basically the same thing.

It was the last week of filming, and all the scenes that me and Klarise had had to shoot together were done, so I basically don't see her other than in the morning when she gets to set. But the thing is, I didn't want to talk to her. For the first time in years, instead of obsessing over her and wanting her back in my life, I was actually just mad. Simply mad. Mad at her, what I did for her back there at that scene had only served everyone, especially her, positive and she loathed me even more. Why did she hate me so much?

Cameron, who had suggested what began this conversation, now sits down on the sofa in our living room and smiles tiredly at me.

"Do remember, Mase, she is my best friend like how Maeve is to you." He turned away from Mason and looked back at me. "Why don't you want to talk to her?"

"She is not wasting her time on——" Cameron put his hand up and stopped Mason from talking again, who had an almost childish frown on.

Mason didn't have too much of a liking for Klarise, even though the two of them had never fully met yet, but I think anyone that has the possibility of any harm to me he did not give too good of a positive attitude to.

Cameron then turns to me again, where I was sitting on the small sofa across from them. "I'm asking you, Maeve, why don't you want to talk to her?"

I had my legs pulled into a criss cross, and I gazed down at my lap.

Mason got up from where he was sitting and pulled me up gently with his hands. "Come on, Maeve, we're not having this conversation." I helplessly followed him and when I looked back over my shoulder, Cameron was staring at me with something I couldn't quite name on his expression.

CAMERON WAS MY DATE for the movie premiere.

I was wearing a mini navy blue dress, laced at the bottom where the dress ended six inches above my knees, and with a small golden zipper between my neck and breasts; which I had it zipped down halfway just enough to make you want to lean forward and see what's behind a teeny bit more. It was a dress that made me both sensual and yet in a innocent and small kind of way, like...what do people say about me these days? Right, like a small delicate angel that needs protection. I think I always had that kind of power over people.

Cameron himself was fixed in a neat looking dark blue tux that matched with my dress, and his brilliant lustrous black hair was slicked back and parted off to the side in a dashingly handsome way; his eyes and dimples gleaming as he smiled at me.

Mason, even though I had invited him to the movie premiere, decided he wasn't going. He was being odd these days, and I knew something might've been up and I should talk to him, but whatever it was could wait. I was going to go to my own movie premiere where I was finally the lead role in a goddamn film in Hollywood, and that will come above anything else.

I checked myself in the mirror, my hair that had been once dyed of highlights by Mr. Wang had faded, and I think I liked my natural brown hair simply alone. Fixing a few notches to my makeup and slightly parted bangs, I took Cameron by the arms and we called a cab.

Most of the Hollywood Boulevard near Grauman's Chinese Theatre had been blocked off for our entrance, and at last of course the fancy laid out red carpet.

Several cars were ahead of us, and they were either personal cars or limos, and compared to me and Cameron's sad little cab it was too grand. But I had confidence.

Flashing cameras, crowded paparazzis and just people almost climbing over the fences that blocked them off from the red carpet, security guards trying to calm them down. Nobody really knew me then yet, at least not in the U.S., but I knew the moment I stepped out of the cab with Cameron offering me his arm to me, it was also the first time people started to notice me here.