Erica was woken by a nurse knocking on the door to her room.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," said the woman, "But there is a gentleman here who is desperate to talk to you. He said he owes you an apology. He's been waiting since early this morning."

Erica sat up immediately.

"A gentleman?" she asked.

"Should I send him through?"

"Yes of course." said Erica straightening out her nightgown, "Just give me a moment."

She grasped a hand mirror from her bedside cabinet to check her already flawless appearance. Erica had the uncanny ability of looking as coffered and immaculate after a long nights sleep as she did stepping out of the beauty parlour.

'Jackson.' Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. She hadn't lost him. He had come to apologise. Maybe he felt guilty about how harshly he had spoken to her yesterday. May they still had a chance. Erica was at a quandary how to greet him when he appeared, should she play it a little nonchalantly, like she was already expecting his change of heart. No, if he was here to give her an honest apology then he deserved to see how truly grateful she was to see him.

Erica sat up expectantly as the door handle began to turn.

"Erica I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but I couldn't wait another moment to apologise to you in person."

Erica sunk a little despondently back into her pillow. It wasn't Jackson; it was Kit Sterling the movie producer.

"Kit." she said, gathering herself back together. "You didn't have to come all this way."

"But I wanted to." said Kit taking a seat beside the bed. "I'm sorry about how it looked when you came out of the coma. It wasn't our intention to upset you… if there had been another way."

"I know. And I except your apology, Kendal and my publicist Frederick have explained everything to me and I know you weren't just cashing in on my condition."

Kit gave an uncomfortable cough.

"Actually that is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What?" asked Erica.

"I'm not just here to apologise, although that is a big part of it, and it's so fantastic to see you so recovered. I have also been sent to talk to you about something else. As I'm sure your aware you are the story in the news at the moment. With all the publicity surrounding your return, the film studios want to release the film a little earlier than scheduled, to take advantage of the press coverage, and to ensure it finds the right audience."

"How early?"

"Two weeks until the Premier in New York. They are spending millions on this. We would love it if you and your family could attend… and possibly do a few television spots."

"Two weeks," said Erica wheels turning in her head, she had promised Jackson that she would be there for her family for at least a month… but no she actually said that she would be there for them until the film Premier. She would just have to make it up to them afterwards – this was her dream, how could she say no.

"Will you be out of hospital by then?" Kit asked, noticing for the first time the drip still running into Erica's arm.

"Yes I will be out by the end of the week." said Erica, silently adding in her head, 'Even if I have to discharge myself.'

"Wonderful." said Kit, a relieved smile on his face. "We will pay all expenses and book the hotel. I will send all the details to your publicist."

"Yes please."

"Should I be the one to speak to your daughters?" asked Kit.

"No leave it to me." said Erica.

"Fabulous! It would be great if your Jack could be there as well, can you picture the red carpet opportunities, your family beside their movie star alter egos, Solid Publicity Gold!"

Erica nodded her head enthusiastically; her mind wandering as she pictured the glorious shopping spree awaiting her in order to find the perfect dress to wear on the red carpet…

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