“Of course it was planned,” she said. “Steven has wanted to be a father for a very long time. He’s going to be such a good dad. He’s not working the first six months. Anyway, yeah, so I thought I would be able to work through the pregnancy, but it didn’t happen. There’s no perfect time to have a baby.”
She glanced at him before striding ahead, and Dan saw that her face had closed. It was the Maddy Freed mask. He’d seen it on the red carpet for I Used to Know Her when she gave interviews and he’d seen it again when he watched those clips of her extolling her marriage on daytime, prime time, and late-night. She was a master of her craft, she knew how to appear revealing without being revealing at all. It was a skill she hadn’t had until Los Angeles.
What the real circumstances of the baby’s conception were, Dan would never know. What she truly felt about building a family with Steven Weller, who had made her so desolate two years ago, that would remain her secret, too. Whatever she felt, she was not going to share. Ahead of him, she moved up the path confidently, and from the back, she didn’t seem pregnant at all.
On March 15, the same premiere date as The Hall Fixation, Maddy and Steven attended the premiere of The Hall Surprise. They had both done a huge round of publicity leading up to it, magazine covers, dozens of junkets. In her interviews, Maddy had gushed about her turn as Faye Fontinell, a feat that took an extraordinary amount of acting. Faye had been the beginning of a string of bad luck: the unplanned pregnancy, the hyperemesis, the withdrawal from The Moon and the Stars.
On the press line for the premiere, Steven posed for pictures with his hand on her belly. She wore a red strapless maternity dress with a sweetheart neckline and empire waist and four-inch heels. Reporters asked again and again about the baby’s gender and due date, and she had to decline, politely, to answer. You couldn’t even say you didn’t know the gender, Flora had trained her, because that was too personal and the tabloids would dissect the reasons. Instead, you could say you weren’t saying.
On the carpet Maddy was aware of Bridget’s presence on the side but avoided her glance. They had not seen each other since Wilmington. On the few occasions when she came by the house to get Steven, Maddy had told him Bridget was not welcome inside.
Inside the theater, she and Steven posed by the posters. There was a little lull while he did some photos on his own, and she stepped off the carpet to watch. By the time Bridget was near, there was no escape. Maddy’s hands began to shake. She felt ridiculous for being afraid. Why should she be scared of Bridget now?
“You look gorgeous tonight,” Bridget said. “You’re radiant.”
“Thank you,” Maddy said. They stood side by side, watching Steven.
“I know you had mixed feelings about doing Faye,” Bridget said, “but I think you should be proud. And I wish you all the best in all of your endeavors.”
Before Maddy could respond, Bridget had turned to the door. The CEO and chairman of Apollo, Neil Finneran, a short, bespectacled man with a buzz cut, was coming in with his younger wife.
Inside the theater they took their reserved seats in the middle. As the lights dimmed inside the theater and the Apollo logo came on the screen, Maddy felt a rush of anxiety. The bikini scene was humiliating and the dialogue weak. Even at eight months pregnant, she felt no pride in seeing herself on the enormous screen in peak form. She didn’t like remembering that time in her marriage, when she had been so anxious that she’d taken a part she hated, rolled over when her suggested rewrites were voted down, held her tongue when the bikini got skimpier with each costume test. She had to try to forget about Faye Fontinell and focus on Lane Cromwell. Someday Lane would erase Faye.
In bed that night, Steven kissed her. It got heated—she was horny, so close to her due date, and so big that he took her from behind, on her side. She realized it was the first time they had had intercourse in over a month.
After he came, he said, “It’s going to be soon, now, huh? We’ll be a family.”
“We’re already a family.”
“You know what I mean.”
As she lay there with her hands on her enormous belly, she said, “I have something to tell you.”
“Yes, my love?” he asked, moving his hand around so he could feel the kicks, which were coming all the time now. A reminder that this baby would soon be out.
“I’m writing a screenplay.”
“Really? I’m so proud of you. I want to hear all about it.”
She told him the broad strokes of Lane’s life, and when she’d finished, he said, “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I wanted to have something that was only mine. And I didn’t know if it would be any good. I’m going to try to set it up, and I want to act in it.”
He started to say “That’s amazing,” but his cell phone rang, and he got up and stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway.
The week after The Hall Surprise opened domestically, Neil Finneran took Bridget to lunch at Craft. The film was on track to pass all the benchmarks set by The Hall Fixation. At the table, when Neil smiled and said he had something to discuss, she got a feeling that something important was about to happen.
“Bridget,” he said. “You know I’ll be seventy in December, right?”
She had ordered a white wine and sipped it coolly, wanting to chug. “You don’t look a day over fifty, Neil.”
He smiled with his lips closed. “I’ve had a good run, and I’m proud that the Hall franchise has turned Apollo Pictures around,” he said. “I have you to thank for it. It was a little rocky there at first, but now it’s hard to remember when this wasn’t the most successful franchise in our history. I was waiting and waiting to retire at the right moment, and I feel like this is it. I was talking to Bob about how I’m ready to go, and your name was out of his mouth before I said it. You have your finger on the pulse of popular entertainment. With Steven Weller or without, you are going to be making successful movies for a very long time. I want you to take over for me.”
It was hard for her to breathe, but she was determined to stay in control. He would be watching her carefully for signs that she was overemotional.
“It’s not a hundred percent yet, but I wanted to speak to you before Bob did. Now, should we order some Prosecco?”
She would have to dismantle Ostrow Productions, of course. The hardest part would be saying goodbye to clients. But like a man who knew which friend he would want his wife to marry if he dropped dead, Bridget had ideas about good matches for them. If her clients had any sense, they would take her recommendations. If they didn’t, they would look back and appreciate her all the more.
She could imagine the reaction as soon as her appointment was announced. People would say Neil had done this to ensure Steven’s loyalty to the studio. They would say she had never been a real producer, merely a highly paid suck-up, and would fail as CEO and chairwoman because of that. Or that she had gotten the job because she was sleeping with Neil. Whenever a woman advanced, there was blowback. But she was prepared. She had been maligned enough that she wasn’t threatened by the prospect of cruel lies. Every time a woman took a powerful position, she was said to be fucking someone. It meant nothing. At her age, it was flattering.
She was ecstatic about the possibilities. Her slate would be twenty pictures a year. The palette, the scale! She would have to build on the success of the Tommy Hall movies, find other franchises, make the right hires, bring in more money than Neil Finneran had, merely not to look like a screwup. But she wasn’t scared. She was ready.