Dalila had definitely hit rock bottom.
Unemployed, with a shattered dream, a tarnished reputation, and now experiencing hallucinations while sober and in broad daylight. At least, she thought she was sober, but she’d thought the same thing last night. And look where she’d ended up—selling her soul to the Devil himself and one step away from getting a restraining order filed against her.
She was on the verge of a spiritual awakening or a new mental breakdown.
She looked around, making sure no one else saw what she did. The pedestrians walking along the sidewalk seemed oblivious to the lifeless figure of one of Hollywood’s greatest actresses.
So, ignoring the ghost of the famous woman with a hand on her hip and raising an impatient eyebrow at her, Dalila simply nodded to herself, accepti
