Two years ago, she’d been at the pinnacle of her career and on top of every A-list in Hollywood. She’d been sought after by every director, graced the cover of every major magazine and been on every nighttime talk show. Everyone wanted to be seen with her. She hadn’t been able to walk out of the house without fans and paparazzi dogging her every step. But then everything had changed. She wasn’t quite sure when, or even how it had happened, but somehow she’d fallen off the radar. There’d been no more photo shoots, no more interviews, and worst of all, no more calls from top directors. The only movie offers she got now were from directors no one had ever heard of, and probably never would. She’d officially become a has-been. Even now, driving along the curvy mountain roads in Northern California, Raine cringed as she remembered saying those words out loud to her manager Reginald Price a few months ago. “You’re not a has-been,”
