Her publicist hasn’t called about Cabo, which makes me feel foolish more than anything. (As much as Aaron has warned me against it, I’ll admit I was starting to feel like one of them.) To add insult to injury, when I rock up this morning to Heigl’s, there are ten other paps. Last weekend, I was alone. I guess everyone had the same idea when they saw my mani-pedi set, and StarNP got pictures of her sister’s wedding, which apparently happened later that same day. “You got scooped,” Bartlet barks when he phones for his morning check-in. “You should have stayed on.” “She gave me enough at the salon,” I respond defensively. “Besides, I wouldn’t have crashed her sister’s wedding.” “Well, you lost money because of it. StarNP’s pictures went all over. And now Heigl’s gangbang material, so deal with it.” Bartlet goes on to say that he read Katherine prefers to stay in on the weekends and “make love” (he doesn’t use this term) with her fiancé, so she’s probably not coming out.
