Pamela Franklin Actress Novels & Stories

“Mea! Take a picture of me.” “Yeah right,” Mea could only sigh. She still couldn’t believe Pamela was still dressed glamorously on a bus trip. Even Renee wore simple clothing despite being the richest among them. Pamela sat on the chair closest to the window. She took her cartwheel hat off next to her, still visible in the camera’s sight. Her pink asymmetrical hem dress revealed her knee when she crossed her legs. She picked up a magazine and flipped its pages, pretending to read. “Candid?” she asked.

Her face lights up and she waves enthusiastically at me, her red mouth wide open in a smile, showing off perfect white teeth. "Lily Heart?" she asks, her high-pitched voice, ringing with fake cheer pierces through the glass door. "I’m Pamela Jones. Mister Roarke sent me to help you out today. “We have a very busy, very exciting day planned! Shopping, hair, makeup, the works! And not a minute to waste."