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Chapter 8 - The Letter
Lizzie walks into her room after her date with Frankie, a bit frustrated. She liked Frankie and all, he was a great guy and a good friend, but she didn't see the relationship going anywhere. Plus, going out with him lately had seemed to her to be too much for show. She was used to being followed around by now with her new singing career but dating Frankie Muniz now was just like when she had dated him in eighth grade, people following them around constantly, and her name next to Frankie in tabloids.
Just as she stepped in the door she heard a light crunch under her feet, looking down she saw that she had trampled upon an envelope addressed only "Lizzie." She opened the envelope and read, she recognized the first 2 parts very well, and was a bit shocked to see them again.
Dear Lizzie,
I think I may like my best friend as more then a friend. What should I do
Confused Guy
Dear Confused,
I wish I could tell you what to do, but I can't. All I can say is follow your heart. It'll tell you what's right.
Lizzie
Where did this come from? Why was there a clip from her old advice column in a letter under her door? And what's this addendum?
Dear Lizzie,
You give great advice. Thank you, I just wish I would have followed it before it was too late.
Confused Guy
Who was this Confused Guy, and why did he find her advice so important to him that he would come across the world to write another anonymous letter telling her that she gave good advice? Lizzie was getting a little worried, anonymous letters from people she thought were halfway around the world saying that "it was too late" have Stalker written all over them. She locked the door and called Isabella on her cell phone.
"Hello," came Isabella's voice over the phone. "What's up Lizzie? How was your date with Frankie?"
"Oh... It was ok I guess, listen Isabella, I think I may have a stalker or something. There was a letter under my door when I returned from my date, and it was a quote from the last issue of my eighth grade advice column, and then an addendum from the person who wrote the first question saying that he should have listened to my advice but it was now too late. Should I be worried?"
"Hmm.. I don't know Lizzie, it doesn't sound like they are after you for your fame or anything, just letting you know what they thought of the advice you gave them a long time ago. Just the same..."
"I think I might need to hire a bodyguard."
"It might be a good idea, I think I have the perfect person for you, I'll ask him if he is still looking and then call you back, ok?"
"Ok, thanks Isabella, I owe you one."
About 20 minutes passed by and Lizzie was getting a bit more anxious. When her cell phone finally rang again she was really glad to hear Isabella's voice.
"Lizzie? I think I may have found you the perfect bodyguard, he has protected you before and is out of work. Do you remember Sergei?"
"Paolo's bodyguard?"
"That's him, he's lost his most recent guard job and asked me about a week ago if I knew anybody who was looking for a bodyguard, at the time I didn't, but when you called all concerned earlier, I thought perhaps I'd ask him if he was still looking. If you are interested, I got him on the other line."
"Am I going to be able to afford him?"
"Didn't you read your contract Lizzie? There is a budget for a bodyguard if and when you decide you need one."
"Oh, well in that case great. It will be good that I already know him, it would be hard dealing with someone following me around all the time that I didn't know."
"Ok, hold on a second," Isabella said and clicked over to the other line to tell Sergei the good news. A few seconds later she clicked back on, "Ok Lizzie, it's all set, he can start immediately, I'll give you his number, just call him before each time you decide to leave your hotel room. He'll be over in about a half hour to discuss the things you will need to know, ok?"
"Sounds good Isabella, and thanks."
"Not a problem Lizzie. See you at the studio tomorrow, we have to record the song for the movie."
"Ok see you then, bye Isabella."
"Bye Lizzie," Isabella answered and then hung up the line. Lizzie sat down on her bed, much relieved that she would have protection if this 'Confused Guy' turned out to be dangerous.