Lizzie Saltzman Actress Novels & Stories

Her faded denim jacket looked like it had just been tossed off the runway. She babbled, dragging Abby the rest of the way. Lizzy had spent most of her childhood in Santa Barbara and still retained that buttery Californian accent. “Holy Shiblets! You’re meeting my sexy man. He’s like a chilled version of Jason Momoa.” “Who the hell is Jason Momoa?” Abby asked.

I, Dianne Hayden, was still sorting through the documents that'd been stained with coffee when Lizzie Dalton barged in again. Lizzie tossed her phone onto my desk without the slightest hint of courtesy. "Can't you read, you old hag?" She spat the last three words through clenched teeth before fixing me with a look of pure contempt. I slowly turned my gaze toward the group chat displayed on her screen. Messages from my childhood friend, Julius Sanford, were still flooding in.

Barth responded to placate Lizzie’s mind. Lizzie paced around the room almost to tears, “If he touches as much as a strand on my Holly’s hair I swear to God…” Alexis unexpectedly walked in the TV room startling Lizzie. She immediately ended the call when Alexis asked her, “Who were you talking to and what’s going on?” Lizzie hesitated before crafting a lie, “It was just a friend.” Alexis accepted the lie and threw herself on the chaise. She took a cup of popcorn and turned on the TV.

“Last time I checked, my clothes are still on. What’s the yapping for? It’s not like we’re having sex in front of everyone.” Rosalie’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and fear flickering across her face. “Oh… she actually talks back?” She glanced around nervously. “We have guests for Christ’s sake.” “No,” Zahir interjected, clearly intrigued. “I’m interested in knowing more about you two. How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.” “We met through my cousin, Savannah.” Lizzie glanced pointedly at Reginald, watching for his reaction to the name. “She’s Roman’s wife. She introduced us.”

I was here to do the opposite of what I had promised. For a moment, I thought about aborting that mission. It looked like Lizzie had been assaulted truly. What if I ended up worsening her mental health? Lizzie’s mental health was at stake but Kelvin was on the verge of going into prison for a crime he didn’t commit. I would have to pick Kelvin over her. “Who are you?” Lizzie asked the moment she saw me. “You look familiar but…” “My name is Natasha Stamford,” I told her calmly. “I am the wife of Bruce Stamford.”

“No, but I appreciate the sentiment.” After the plate of oysters arrived, the women began to eat their weight in mollusks, Lizzie only realizing after she’d begun eating how hungry she actually was. She’d been tired and sick to her stomach lately, which she’d chalked up to stress and anxiety. But now she could eat the entire plate of oysters by her lonesome if left alone. As the group was about to leave, Lizzie felt someone touch her shoulder. Turning, she came face-to-face with a young woman who was probably no older than eighteen, looking at Lizzie like she’d hung the moon in the sky.

As the door closes behind him, I smile wide. His wife is the luckiest. Oh, dear. I wish to have a man like him. Is Zack like him? Or…is the way better? I shut my registry as my head turned sharply at the sound of the door opening. Lizzie walks in wearing a blue shirt and light blue jeans. Her curly black hair cascades down her shoulders, and her dark skin is glowing under the sunlight. She looks stunning. “Hello, my beautiful woman,” she grins as she approaches me. I rise on my feet and advance toward her, pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist.

I hear Jeremy shout again from the floor above. “Right come on Willow, you must be ready now…you look gorgeous.” Lizzie tells me. “I don’t know about that. I have a feeling you will be the one turning heads tonight in that dress.” I add. Lizzie was stunning. She had long black hair, great big blue eyes and a body to die for. She was wearing a bright blue mini dress and tanned wedges. She never over did it unlike Samantha, who enjoyed all eyes on her. I on the other hand, liked to stay in the side lines, observing the situation and keeping a watchful eye on my 2 best friends.

Well, girls, As you can see I'm just a few years older and this little firm of mine is my dream" She paused "I'm sure you know this things already but I'll say them again. My name is Elizabeth Parker-Saltzman, but y'all can call me Lizzie, never call my Lizabeth, only one idiot does that. My mother is Josette Parker and my brother brought you here, Kai. I'm married which is there's an addition to my last name, From the looks on your face, I see you don't know about all I've just said."

"We are filming, not traveling. Why are they bringing so much?" "Well, Mr. White did ask us to bring the things that are necessary to the site. Thus, we brought what was needed." Several actresses were mumbling on one side, as if they were discussing something. Just then, a Porsche stopped in front of the crowd. A charming girl with a slim figure, wearing sunglasses, pushed the door open and got down. "Wow...." "She's the female lead actress of our play, Yvonne Saltzman, isn't she?" "I heard that she was discovered by Director Zellweger two years ago and she has become such a celebrity in such a short time!"