CHAPTER 46

  Olivia's POV

  I shuffled down the aisle, squinting at the price tags on the shelves. My phone's calculator app was open, and I tapped on each new item with a grimace. Store-brand peanut butter, check. I eyed a jar of organic almond butter longingly before shaking my head; maybe in my next life.

  As I reached for bread, my phone buzzed in my hand. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I frowned, wondering who it could be. Christopher? No, I had his number saved. Logan? Unlikely, unless he'd lost his phone again.

  Curiosity got the better of me, and I swiped to answer. "Hello?"

  "Hi, is this Olivia?" a female voice chirped.

  "Uh, yes?"

  "Olivia! It's Stacy. We met at the audition and again today at the production meeting. Remember me?"

  "Oh, hey, Stacy! Yeah, of course. How could I forget?" Truth be told, I'd been so overwhelmed by everything today that Stacy had barely registered.